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Ail  Things  written  in  the  Lazo  of  Moses*  and 
the  Prophets,  and  the  Psalms,  concerning 
Me,  muji  be  fulfilled. 


COOPERSTOWN. 

PRINTED    BY    ELIHU    PHINNEY,    AND    SOLD 

AT    HIS    BOOK-STORE* 


THE 

PSALMS  of  DAVID, 

IN     METRE. 

Psalm    r,      [C,  M.] 

1  "|5  LEST  is  the  man  who  fnuns  the  place, 
JS3      Where  fmrsers  love  to  meet  ; 
Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  ways, 

And  hates   the  (coffer's  feat : 

2  But  in  the  flatutes  of  the  Lord 

Has  plac'd  his  chief  delight  ; 
By  day  he  reads  cr  hears  the  word, 
And  meditates  by  night. 

3  £He,fikea  plant  of  gen'rous  kind, 

By  living  waters  fet, 
Saf=  from  the  ftorrns  and  blading  wind, 
Enjoys  a  peaceful  ftaie,\j 

4  Green  as  the  leaf,  and  ever  fair, 

Shall  his  profeiiion  thine, 
While  fruits  ofhoiinefs  appear 
L'ke  c-uilers  on  the  vine. 
j   Not  (o  the  impious  and  unjufr  ; 
What  vain  defigns  they  form  ! 
T   eit  hopes  are  blown  away  iske  dud, 
Or  chaff  before  the  ftortn. 

-rs  in  judgment  fhaU  not  (land 
An-or^ii  the  foes  of  grace, 

;  Chiifr.  the  juo\;e,  at  his  right  hand, 
j^^uc-ints  his  (aims  a  place. 


PSALM    I. 

7   His  eye  beholds  the  path  they  tread  ; 
His  heart  approves  it  weli  : 
But  crocked  W2ys  of  Tinners  lead 
Down  to  the  gates  of  belt. 

Psalm   i.     [S.  M.] 

1  r~V^'  HE  man  is  ever  bled 

JL      Who  fhuns  the  finner's  ways, 
Among!}  their  counfels  never  Hands, 
Nor  takes  the  fcorner's  place  : 

2  But  makes  the  law  of  God 

His  (ludy  and  de!  ght, 
Amid  ft  the  labors  of  the  day 

And  watches  of  the  night. 
5   He  like  a  tr?e  fhall  thrive, 

With  waters  neat  the  root  ; 
Preth  as  the  leaf  his  name  fhall  live  ; 

His  works  are  heav'nly  fruit. 

4  Not  fo  th'  ungodly  race, 

They  no  fuch  blefiinfcs  find  : 
Their  hopes  fhall  flee  like  empty  chaff 
Before  the  driving  wind. 

5  How  will  they  bear  to  ftand 

Before  the  judgment  feat, 
Where  a'l  the  faints  at  ChriiVs  right  hand 
In  full  afTembly  meet? 

6  He  kno.vs  and  he  approves 

The  way  the  righteous  go  ; 
But  linnets,  and  their  works  fhall  meet 
A  dreadful  overthrow. 


PSALM  IU  5 

Psalm    i.      [L.  M.]   ^ 
APPY  the  man  whofe  cautious  feet 
Shun  the  broad  way  that  (inners  go, 
Who  hates  the  place  where  atheifts  meet, 
And  fears  to  talk  as  fcofFers  do. 
He  loves  t'  employ  his  morning  light 
Amcngd  the  (latutes  of  the  Lord, 
And  fpends  the  wakeful  hours  of  night, 
With  pieafure  pond'ring  o'er  his  word* 
He,  like  a  plant  by  gentle  {{reams, 
Shall  fiouriih  in  immortal  green  : 
And  Heav'n  will  fhine  with  kindeft  beams 
On    ev'ry  work  his  hands  begin. 
But  finners  find  their  counfels  crofl ; 
As  chaff  before   the  tempeft  flies, 
So  fnali  their  hopes  be  blown  and  loft, 
When  the  lad  trumpet  makes  the  Ikies. 
In  vain  the  rebel  feeks  to  (land 
In  judgment  with  the  pious  race  ; 
The  dreadful  judge,  with  flern  command? 
Divides  h;ra  to' a  difF'ren^  place. 
'  Straight  is  the  way  my  faints  have  trod, 
'  I  bleft  the  paih,  and  drew  it  plain  : 

*  But  you   would  choofe  the  crooked  rgad, 

*  And  down  it  leads  to  endlefs  pain.' 

Fsalm  2.     [S.  M  ]  Atfs  4.  24,  &c. 

AKER  and  fev'reign   Lord 
Of  heav'n,  and  eaiih,  and  feas, 

A  2 


6  PSALM  H. 

Thy  providence  confirms  thy  word. 
And  anfvvers  thy  decrees. 

2  The   things   i'o  ion£  foretold 

By  David  are  fuifiii'd  ; 
When  jews  and  Gemi'es  join  to  flay 
Jeiw,   thy    hc'y  child.] 

3  Why  did  the  Gentiles  rage, 

And  Jews,  with  one  accord, 

Bend  all  their  counfels  to  delfroy 

Th*  Anointed  of  the  Lord  ? 

4  Rulers  and  kings  agree 

To  form  a  vain  defign  ; 
A gaictl  the  Lord  their  powrs5  unite, 
Again!*  his    Chrifi:  they  join. 

5  The  Lord  derides  their  rage, 

And  will  fupport   his  throne; 
He  that  hath  rais'd  him  from  the  dead; 
Hath  own'd  him   for  his   Son. 

6  Now  he's  afcended   high, 

And  f;flcs   to  rule  the  earth  ; 
The  merit  cf  \.h  blood  he  pleads, 
And  pleads  his  heav'nly  birth. 

PAUSE. 

7  He  afks,  and  God  be  (lows 

A  i-.r£<?  inheritance  ; 
Fai  as  me  world's  temotef}  ends 
His  kingdom  fhall  advance. 
i  The  nations  that  re  oil, 
Mufl  feel  bis  iron  rod  j 


PSALM  II. 

He'!!  vindicate  thofe  honors  well 
Which  he  receiv'd  from  God. 

9  [Be  wife,  ye  rulers,  now, 

And  woiihlp  at  his  throne  ; 
With  trembling  joy,  ye  people,  bow 
To  God's  exalted  Son. 

10  If  once    his  wrath  ariie, 

Ye  perifh  on  the  place  j 
Then  blefed  is  the  foul  that  files 
For  refuge  to  his  grace.  3 

Psalm  2.     [C.  M] 

1  "f  ^THY  did  the  nations  jam  to  Cl2j 

V  V      The  Lords  a.sr inted  ion  ? 
Why  did  they  cafr  his  laws  away, 
And  tread   his  gofpel  down  f 

2  The  Lord  that   firs  above  the  fides, 

Derides  their  rage  below  ; 
He  fpeaks  with  vengeance  in  his  eyes, 
And  (Irikes  their  ipirits  through. 

3  '  I  call  him  my  eternal  (bo, 

«  And  raife  him  from  the  dead  s 

*  I  make  my  holy  hill  his  throne, 

*  And  wide  his  kingdom  fpread. 

4  s  Afk  me,  my  Son,  and  then  enjoy, 

*  The  utmoft   Hea-hen  lands  s 

*  Thy  rod  of  iron  fnail  dedroy 

*  The  rebel  that  withftands.' 

5  Be  wife,  ye  rulers  of  the  earth. 

Obey  th'  s.nQiatsd  Lord  | 


$  PSALM  II. 

Adore  the  King  of  heav'nlv  birth. 

And  tremble  at  his  word. 
6  With  humble  love  addrefs  his  throne  : 

For   if  he  frown,  ve  die  : 
Thofe  are  fecure,  and  thofe  alone, 

Who  on  his  grace  rtly. 

Fsalm  2.      [L.  M  ] 

i   m\~K'THY  did  the  Jews  proclaim    their 
V  V  rage, 

Tiie  Romans  why  their  fwords  employ, 
Againft  tiie  Lord  their  pow'rs  engage, 
His  dear  Anointed  to  deftroy ? 

$  *  Come,  let  us  break  his  bands,'  they  fay, 

*  This  man  fhali  newer  give  us  laws  ;* 
And  thus  they  caft  his  yoke  away, 
And  nail'd  their  Monarch  to  the  croft. 

3  But  God,   who  high  in  glory  reigns, 
Laughs  at  their  pride,  their  rage  controuls  ; 
He'li  vex  their  hearts  with  inward  pains, 
And  fptak  in  thunder  to  their  fouls, 

4  *  I  wi'i  maintain  the  King  I  made, 

*  On  Z ion's  everlasting  hill  ; 

*  My  hand  lhall  bring  him  from  the  dead, 
'  And  he  (hall  ftand  your  fov'retgo  dill. 

5  [His  wond'rous  riling  from  tiie  earth, 
Makes  his  eternal  Godhead  known  : 
The  Lord  declares  his  heav'niy  birth, 
'  This  day  have   I  begot  my  Son. 

6  *  Afcend,  rj:y  Son,  to  my  tight-hand, 


PSALM  III.  9 

«  There  thou  (halt  alk  and  I  befbw 
e  The  utmoft  bounds  of  Hea'hen  land  J 
«  To  thee  the  northern  ifl.s  (hall  bow/] 
7   But  nations  that  refift  his  grace, 
Shall  fall  beneath  his   iron  (rroke  ; 
His  rod  fhall  crufn  his  foes   with  eafe, 
As   potter's  earthen  work  is  broke. 

PAUSE, 

S   Now,  ye  who  fit  on  earthly  thrones, 
Be  wile,  and  ferve  the  Lord  the  Lamb  ; 
Now  at  his  feet  fubrhit  your  crowns, 
Rejoice  and  tremble  at   his  name. 

9  With  humble  love  addrefs  the  Son, 
Lefr  he  grow  angry,  and  ye  die  ; 
His  wrath  wifl  burn  to  worlds  unknown, 
If  ye  provoke  his  jealoufy. 

io  His  dorms  fiiall  drive  you  quick  to  hell  5 
He  is  a  God,  and  ye  but  dull ; 
Happy  the  fouls  that  know  him  wel!v 
And  make  his  grace  their  only  truft. 

Psalm  3.     [C.  M.] 

Y   God,  how  many  are  my  fears  i 
,    How  fad  my  fees  iocreafe  1 
Confpiring  my  eternal  death, 

They  break  my  prefent  peace. 
The  lying  tempter  would  perfcade 

There's  no  relief  in  heav'n, 
And  all  my  fwelling  fins  appear 
Too  big  to  be  forgiv'o. 


io  PSALM  III. 

3  But  thou,  my  glory  and  my  tlrength, 

Shalt  on  the  tempter  tread  ; 
Shalt  filence  all  my  threading  guilt, 
And  raife  my  drooping  head. 

4  [I  cry'd,  and  frcm   this  holy   hill 

He  bow'd  a  lifi'ning  ear  : 
I  cali'd   my  Father  and  my  God, 
And  he   fubdu'd  my  fear. 

5  He  fhed  foft  limr/cers  on  -mine  eyes, 

In  fpite  of  ail  my  foes  ; 
I  woke  and  wonder'd  at  the  grace 
That  guarded  my  repefe.] 

6  What  tho'  the  hods  of  death  and  hell 

All  arm'd  againfi  me  flood, 
Terrors  no  more  (hail  {hake  my  foul  ; 
My   refuge  is  my   God. 

7  Arife,   O  Lord,  fulfil   thy  grace, 

While  I  thy  glory  fing  : 
My  God  has  moke  the  ferpent's  teeth, 
And   death   has   loil  his   Pcing. 

8  Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs, 

His  aim  alone  can  iave  ; 
Bit  flings  attend  thy  peop'e  here, 
And  reach  beyond  the  grave. 

Psalm   3.   1—5,  8.     [L   M] 

I    ^fe    LORD,  how  many  are  my  foe?, 
\J  In  this  weak  (tare  oi  flefh  and  blood  ! 
My   peace  they  daily  difcompofe  ; 

Hut  my  defence  aad  hops  :s   God, 


. PSALM  IV.  it 

2  Tir'd  with  the  burdens  of  the  day, 
To  thee   I   rais'd  an  evVmg   cry  ; 
Thcu  heard' (l  when   I   began   to  pray, 
And  thine   Almighty  help  was   nigh. 

3  Supported  by  thine  heav'niy   aid, 

I  laid  me    down  and  flept  fecure  ; 

Not  death  ihould  make  my  heart  afraid, 

Tho'   I   mould  wake  and  rife  no  more. 

4  But  God  fuftain'd  me  all  the  night  j 
Salvation   doth  to    God  belong  : 

Ke  rais'd  my  head  to  fee  :h~    iijfrif,  " 
And  makes  his  praife  my  morning  fong* 

Psalm  4.    1  —  3,  5 — 7.     [L   M  ] 

1  /"^!    GOD   of  grace  and    righteoufnefs, 
\^Jf    Hear  and  auend  when  I  compiaia  j 
Thou  had:  eniarg'd   me  in  diilrefs, 
Bow  down  a  gracious  ear  again. 

2  Ye  fons  of  men,  in  vain   ye  try 
To  turn   my  glory  into  (hame  5 
How  long  will  feoffees  love  to  lie, 
And  dare  reproach  my  Savior's  name  ? 

3  Know  that  the  Lord  divides  his  fonts 
From  all  the  tribes  of  men  befide  j 
Ke  hears  the  cry  of  penitents, 

For  the  dear  fake  of  Chrift  that  dy'd9 

4  When  our  obedient  hands   have  dent 
A  thousand   works  of  F%htebufnefs, 
We  put  our  truft  in  God  alone, 

And  glory  in.  his  pard*r.ing  grace* 


it  PSALM  IV.  V. 

5  Let  the  unthinking  many  fay, 

*  Who  will  beftow  fome  earthly  good  ?' 
But,  Lord,  thy  light  and  love  we  pray, 
Our  fouls  defire  this  heav'nly  food. 

6  Then  mall  my  cheerful  pov/'rs  rejoice 
At  grace  and  favors  fo  divine  ; 

Nor  will  I  change  my  happy  choice, 
For  a!!  their  corn  and  all  .their  wine. 

Psalm  4.  3—5,  8.     [C.  M] 

C>  RD,thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray, 

I  am  forever  thin-1  ; 
I  fear  before   thee  all    the  day, 
Nor  would  I  dare  10  fin. 
£  And  while  I  reft  my  weary  head, 
From  cares  and   bus'nefs   free, 
vTis  fweet   converfing  on  my  bed 
With  my  own  heart  and  thee. 

3  I   pay  this  ev'ning  facrifice  ; 

And   when  my  work  is  done, 
Great  God  !   my  faith   and  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

4  Thus,  with  my  thoughts  compos'd  to  peace, 

I'll   give  mine  eyes   to   fl.'ep  ; 

Thy   hand  in  fafety  keeps  my  days, 

And  will  my  {lumbers  keep. 

Psalm  5.     [C.  M.] 

1    T"     ORD,  in  the  morning  thou  malt  hear 
&  j   My  voice  a'fcending  high  ; 


'PSALM  V.  4 

To  thee  will  I  direct  my  pray'r, 

To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 
Up  to  the  hills  where  Chrift  is  gone 

To  plead  for  all  his  faints, 
Preferring  at  his  Father's  throne 

Our  fongs  and  our  complaints, 


QC 


3  Thou  art  a  God,  before  whofe  fi_ 

The  wicked  (hail  not  frand  ; 

Sinners  fliall  ne'er  be  thy  delight,, 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right-hand, 

4  But  to  thy  houfe  will  I   reforf?     * 

To  tade  thy  mercies  there  : 
I  will  frequent  thine  holy  court, 
And  worfhip  in  thy  fear. 

5  O  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet 

In   ways  of  righteoufnefs  ! 
Make  ev'ry  path   of  duty  ftraightj 
And  plain  before  my  face. 

PAUSE. 

6  My  watchful  enemies  combine, 

To  tempt  my  feet  affray  ; 
They  flatter  with  a  bafe  defign 
To  make  my  foul  their  prey, 

7  Lord,  ci'ufti  the  fecpent  in    the  duft, 

And  all  his  plots  deftroy  5 
While   thofe  that  in  thy   mercy  trull 
For  ever  ftioujt  for  joy. 
6  The  men   that  love  and  fear  thy  nan: 
Shall  fee  their  hopes  fulfiTd  \ 
B 


H  PSALM  VI. 

The  nvghty  God  will  compafs  cbefli 
With  favor  as  a  fhield. 


Psalm  6.   [G.  M  ] 

j    T  N  anger,  Lord,  rebuke  me  not, 
JL      Withdraw  the  dreadful  Storm  ; 
Nor  Je*  thy  fury  grow  io  hoE 
Againfr  a  feebie  worm. 

2  My  foul's  bow'd  down  with  heavy  cares, 

Myfltfh  wi\h    pain   oppreft  ; 
My  couch  is  witneis  to  my  tears, 
My  tears  forbid   my  reft. 

3  Sorrow  and  pain  wear  out  my  days ; 

I  wade  the  night  with  cries  ; 
Counting  the  minutes  as  they  pafe, 
Till  the  flow  morning  riiV. 

4  Shall  I  be  ftiii  tormented  more  ? 

My  eyes  cbnfum'd    with   grief? 
How  iong,  my  God,  how  long  before 
Thine  hand   afford*  relief  ? 

5  Ke  hears  when  dufl:  and  afties  fpeak, 

He  pities  all  our   groans  ; 
He  laves  us  for  his  mercy  s  fake, 
And  heJs  our  broken   bones. 

6  The   virue  of  his  fov'rei^n   word 

R  (tores  our  fainting  brea-h  ; 
For  fiUnt  graves  praife  not  the  Lord, 
Nor  is  he  known  in  death. 


PSALM  VI.  VII.  25 

Psalm  6.     [L.    M.] 

1  T     ORD;  I  can  fuHr  thy  rebuke, 
JL-J    When  thou  with  kindnefs  doth  chaf- 
But  thy  fierce  wrath  I  cannoi  bear,     Fti|e  5 
O  let  it  not  agai rift  me   rife. 

2  Pit)    my  Sanguining  eftate* 
And  eafe  the  forrows  that  I  fee!  ; 

The  wounds  thy  heavy  hand  hath  made, 
O  let  thy  gentl.r  touches  heal. 

3  See  how  I  pafs  my  weary    days 

In  fighsand  groans  ;  and  when  'tis  night 
My  bed  is  water'd  with  my  tears  ; 
My  grief  confumes  and  dims  my  fight. 

4  Look  how  th#  pow'rs  of  nature  mourn  I 
How  long,  Almighty  God,  how  long? 
When  (hail  thine  hour  of  grace  return  ? 
When  ffiafl  I  make  thy  grace  my  fong  I 

5  I  fed  my  firfh  fo  near  the    grave, 
My  thoughts  are  tempted  to  de(pair ; 
But  graves  can    never  praife   the  Lord, 
For  all  is  duft  and  fi'ence  there. 

J>  Depart,  ye  tempttrs,  from  my  foul, 
And  ail    defpaiVing  thoughts  depart  % 
My  God,  who  hears  my  humble  moan, 
Will  eafe  my  flefh,  and  cheer  my  heart. 

Psalm  7.      [C.  M.] 

Y  trufr  is  in  my  heav'nly  friend  % 
JL    My  hope  in  thee,  my  God  ; 


16  PSALM  VIL 

Rife,  and  my  helplefs  life  defend 
From  thofe  that  feek  my  blood. 

2  With  infolence  and  fury  they 

My   foul  in  pieces  tear  ; 
As  hungry  lions  rend  the   prey, 
When  no  deleter's  near. 

3  If  I  had  e'er  provok'd  them  firft, 

Or  once  abus'd  my  foe, 
Then  let  him  tread  my  life  to  dufr, 
And    lay  my  honor  low. 
4.  If  there  be  malice  hid  in   me, 
(I   know  thy  piercing  eyes) 
I  fliould  not  dare  appeal  to  thee. 
Nor  aftz  my  God  to  rife. 

5  Arife,  my  God,  lift   up  thine  hand, 

Their  pride  and  power  controul  : 
Awake  to  judgment,  and  command 
Dtliv'rsnce  for  my  foul. 

PAUSE. 

6  [Let  Gnners  and  their  wicked  rage 

Be  humbled  to  the  dud  : 
Shai!  not  the  God  of  tiuth  engage 
To  vindicate  the  jufl  ? 

7  He  knows  the  heart,  he  tries  the  reins, 

He  will  defend  th*  upright  ; 
His  iharpeir  arrows  he  ordains 
Agamir  the  fens  of  fpite. 

8  Fcr  me  their  malice  digg'd  a  pit, 

But  there  themfelves  are  call  : 
My  God  makes  all  their  nr.ifchief  light 


PSALM  VITI.  17 

Qn  their    own  beads   at  \ai\ ■] 
9  Thar  cruel  perfecting  race, 

Mud  f-e!  Ms   dreadful -fwor d  \ 
Awake,  my  foal    and  prsife  the  grace 
And  juflice  of  the  Lord. 

Psalm   8       [S.  M.] 

1  f~\  LORD,    our  heaVnly  King, 
V_J^ 1  Thy  name  is  ail  dicine: 

Thy  glories,  round  the  earth  are  fpreadj 
And  o'er  the  heav'ns  they  (bine. 

2  When  to   thy  works    on    high 
I  ra-fe  my  wond'ring  eyesj 

And  fee  ihe  moon  complete  in  light- 
Adorn  the  darkfome  ikies, 
3'  When  I    furvey    the  ibis, 
And   a  1  their  mining  forms  ; 
Lord,  what  is  man  !  that  worthlefs  things 
A  kin  to  dui\  and  worms  ? 

4  Lord,  what  is  worth'efs  man, 
Tl.at  thou   (houldti  love  him  {o  ? 
Next  to  thine  ang-ls  is  he  plac'd, 
And  Lord    or  all  b  low. 

5  Th  ne  honors  crown   his  head, 
Wbi'-e  b.eafts  like  flaves  obey, 

And  birds  that  cut  the  air  With  wingss 
And  fifti  that  e'eave  the  fea. 

6  How    rich  thy  bounties   are  1 
And  wond'rous  are  thy  ways! 

B  z 


it  PS\LMVIII. 

Of  dud  and  worms  thy  pow'r  can  frame 
A  monument  of  praife. 

7  [Cut  of  tie  moiths  of  babes 
And   fucklin^s  thou  c^nfl  draw 
Surprifing  honors  to    thy  name, 
And  ftrke  the   world  wi'h   awe 

8  O   Lord,  our  heavenly  King, 
Thy  name  is  a!l  divine  ; 

Thy  g!otks  round  the  earth  are  fpread, 
And  o'er  the  heavens  they  fhine  j 

Psalm  8.     [C.  M  2 

1  /~\  Lord  our  God,  how  wond'reus  grc&X 
\^f    Is  thine  exahed  r.ame  ! 

The  g'ories  of  thy  heav'nly  (late, 
Let  men  and  babes  pri-claim. 

2  When    i  beheld   thy  works  on  high, 

The  moon  that  rules  the  ni^h*, 
And  itars  that  w?ll  adorn  the  fky» 
Thofe  mr-ving  worlds  of  lij>ht  ;s 

3  Lord,  what  is  man,  or  all  his  race, 

Who  dwells  fo  far  below. 
That -hou.  {houldit ->ifit  hi>n  with  grace, 
And   love  his   nature  (o  ; 

4  That  thine  eternal  Son  fhoula  bear 

To  take  a  mortal  form, 
Made  lower  thai   h  s  angels  are, 
To  fave  a    dying  worm  ? 

5  [Yet  while  he  hAi  on  earth,  unknown, 

And  nun  would  nat  ador;, 


PSALM  VIII.  *$ 

Th'  obedient  feas  and   rimes  owa 
H53   Godhead   and   lis  pow'r. 

6  The  waves  lay  fpread  beneath  his  fce% 

And  fiih,  at   his  command, 
Bring  their  large  fhoals  to  Peter's  net* 
And  tribute  to  his  hand. 

7  Thefe  lefler  glories  of  the  Son 

Shone  thro'  the  flelh'y  doud  : 
Now  we  behold  him  on  his  throne, 

And  rnen  ccnfefs  him  God*3 
S  Let  him  be  crown'd  with  majelty, 

Who  bow'd   his  head    to  death  j 
And  be  his    honors  founded  hi^h 

By  ail  things  that   have  breathe 
9  Jtfus,  our  Lord,  how  wond'rcus  great 

Is  thy  exalted  name  ! 
The  glories  of  thy  heavrn!y  (late 

Let  the   whole  earth    proclaim. 

Psalm  8.    V;r.  r,  2,   paraphrafed.   • 
Part  i,     [L.  MJ 

1  A    LMIGHTY  Pvuler  of  the  ikies, 
jLjl   Thro*  the   wide  earth  thy  name  is 
And  thine  eternal  plories  rife  £  fpread. 
O'er  all  the  heav'ns  thy  hands  ha  e  made* 

2  To  thee  the  voices  of  the  young, 
A  monument  of  honor  raife  ; 

And  babes  with  uninflrucled  tongue9 
Declare  the  wonders  ot  thv  praife. 

3  Thy.  pow'r  aflift  their  tender  a^e 


so  PSALM.  VII  r. 

To  bring   proud  rebels   to  the  ground  j 
To  (Til!  the  bold  bla  Timers'    tags, 
And  all  their  po'icies  confound. 

4,  Children  ansidlt  thy  temple  throng, 
To  fee   the  treat-  Redeemer's  face ; 
The  Ton  of  D  vd   is   their   frng, 
And  young  bofannws  MM  the  place. 

5   The  frowfiHyg-fcnbes.  and  arJg*y  prieds, 
In  vain  ih  ir  impious  cavi!s  brina  ; 
Revenge  las  filcn:  in  their  brea'ts, 
While  Jewilh  babes  proclaim  their  King, 

Psalm  8    Ver.  %,  &c.   paraphrafed. 
Part  2U     (TjL.   M  J 


'L 


Adam  the  offspring  of  tfe  cult  !  t^rii, 
That  thou  fhouidit  ft.   h  m  an.i  his  race 
But  jufr.  below  an  angel's  place  ; 
That  thou   mould  ft  taife  his  naure  fo$ 
And  make  him  Lord  of  ail   ^elow  ; 
Make  ev'ry  bead  and  bird  fubrnit, 
And  Ly  the  fiiVs  at  his  fea  ? 
But  G  what  bfi  hter  gkrL-s    wait 
To  crown  the  frcond    Adam's  (late  J 
What  honors  ftuil  thy  Son  adorn, 
Who  condtfeended  to  be  born  ! 
See  I  in  below  lis  angels  made, 
See  him  in  duft  an<  n.ft  tiie  dead, 
To  fave  a   ruin'd  v;oild  fiom  fin  : 
But  he  Hull  reign  with  pow'r  divine*. 


PSALM  IX,  21 

5  The  world  to  come,   redeem  °d  from  ail 
The  mis'ries  that  attend  the  fall, 
New  made,  and  glorious,  (hail  fubmit 
At  cur  exalted    Savior's  feet, 

Psalm  9.  Part  T.   [C.  M.] 
I    "\~KT  I  r H  my  whole  heart  I'll  raife  my 
\  V  ■  Thy  wonders  IMS  proclaim:  [[foagi 
Thou,  fov'reign  Judge  of  right  and  wrong, 
Wiil  put  my  foes  to  (name. 
%  I'll  (ing  thy  majefty  and  grace  : 
My  God  prepares  his  throne, 
To  judge  the  world  in  righteoufne&f 
And  make  his  vengeance  known. 

3  Then  (hail  the  Lord  a  refuge  prove. 

For  ail  the  poor  oppretr : 

To  fave  the  people  of  his  love, 

And  give  the  weary  red. 

4  The  men  that  know  thy  na«ne  will  truft  _ 

In  thine  abundant  grace, 
For  thou  had  ne'er  forfook  the  Jcfr, 
Who  humbly  fought  thy  face 

5  Sing  praifes  to  the  righteous  Lord, 

Who  dwells  on  Zion's  hill  ; 
Who  executes  his  threading  word* 
And  doth  his  grace  fulfil. 

Psalm  9.  Vtr.  12.  Part  2.   [C.  M  J 
I    117  HEN  the  great  judge,  Supreme  and 
V  V     Shall  once  inquire  for  blood,  [jajl, 
The  humble  fouls  that  me-ura  ia  duft, 


22  PSALM  IX. 

Shall  find  a  faithful  God. 

2  He  from  tie  dr^ao ,fui  n^es  of  death, 

Does  his  own  children  raift  ; 
I  D  Zion's  gates,  v.iih  c!  eerful  breath, 
They  fipg  'heir  Father's  pra-fe, 

3  His  foes  mail  fell,  with  heed'iefs  feet, 

Jr'o  the  pit  they  made  ; 
And  finners  perifh  in  the  net 

That  their  own  hands  have  fpread. 

4  Thus,  by  thy  j'jdiimr  r !«,  mighty  Gcd, 

Are  thy  deep  couofels  known  ! 
When  rren  of  mifcruef  are  deftroy'd, 
The  fnare  cmift  be  their  own. 

PAUSE. 

5  The  wicked  (hall  firk  down  to  Hell  j 

Thy    wrah  de-vcur  the  lands 
That  dare  forget  thee,  or  rebel 
Againf*  thy  known  commands. 

6  Tho"1  faints  to  fore  diftrefs  are  brought, 

And  wait  and  long  complain, 
Their  cries   fnall  not  be  long  forgot, 
Nor  {hall  tneir  hopes  be  v«in 

7  [Rife,   great  Redeemer,  from  thy  feat, 

To  judge  2nd  fave  the  poor  ; 
Let  nations  tremble  at  thy  i;tt, 
And  men  pr-\ail  no  more. 

8  Thy  thunder  (ha!l  affright  the  prcud, 

And  put  t:  eir  hearts  top^in  ; 
Make  them  conk  fa  that  thou  art  God, 
And  they  but  feeble  xien.] 


PSALM  &  n 

Psalm  io.     CC    M] 

1  \1€J  BY  doth  the  Lord  iland  off  fo  far, 

VV      And  why  conceal  his  Lee, 
When  great  calamities  appear, 
And  times  of  deep  difirefs   ? 

2  Lord,  fhal!  the  wicked  (till  deride 

Thy  jailice  and  thy  power  ? 
Shall  they  advance  their  heads  in  pride, 
And  ftili  thy  feints  devour  i 

3  They  put  thy  judgments  from  their  light, 

And  thes  iniui*   the  poor  j 
They  boaft  in  their  exaked  height 
That  they  {hall  fall  no  more. 

4  A-rife,  O  God,  lift  up  thine  hand, 

Attend  our  humble  cry  : 
No  enemy  (hall  dare  to  (land, 
W hen  God  afcerds  on  high. 

PAUSE, 

5  Why  do  the  men  of  malice  rage, 

And  lay,  with  foolifn  pride, 
-'  The  God  of heav'n  wtll  ne'er  engage 
*  To  fight  or.  Zon's  fide  V 

6  But  thou  forever  art  our  Lord, 

r^nd  pow'rful  is  ti  ine  tiand  ; 
As  when  the  Heathens  felt  thy  fword# 
And    periih'd   from  thy    land, 

7  Thou  wilt  prepare  our  hearts  to  pray* 

And  c&ufe  thine  ears  to  hear  : 
Ke  hea?k=ns  what  his  c^il Ji en  fay9 
And  puis  the  world  m  fear. 


*4  PSALM  XL 

5  Proud  tyrants  flull  no  more  opprefs, 

No  more  defpife  the  julr  ; 
And  mighty  Tinners  mail  confefs 
They  arc  but  earth  and  duft. 

Psalm  i  i.     [L.  M.J 

1  *]\/TY  refuse   is  the  God  of  love  ; 
J_VX    Why  do  my  foes  iniuit  and  cry> 
4  Fly,  like  a  tim'rous  trembling  dove, 

*  To  diftant  woods  or  mountains  fly  2 

2  If  government  be  all  deflroy'd, 
(That  firm  foundation  of  our  peace) 
And  violence  make  juftice  void, 
Where  (hall  th*  righteous  feck  redrefs  ? 

3  The  Lord  in  heav'n  hath  ftx'd  his  throne  ; 
His  eyes  furvey  the  world  below  ; 

To  him  aiS   mortal  things  are  known  ; 
His  eyelids  fcarch  our-  fpirits  thro'. 

4  If  he  afflicts  his  faints  fo  far, 

To  prove  their  love  and  try  their  prace, 
"What  may  the  bold  tranfgiefibrs  fear  j 
His  very  foul  abhor?  iheir  ways, 
j  On  impious  wretches    he  (ball  rain 
Tempers  of  brimftone,  tire,  anu  death  { 
Such  a3  he  kindled  on    the  piain 
Or  Sodom,   with  his  angry  breath. 

6  The  righteous  Lord  lovts  righteous  fouls 
Whole  thoughts  and  actions  are  fincere  j 
And  with  a  gracious  eye  beholds 

The  men  that  his   own  imaoe  bear. 


PSALM  Xl%  % 

Psalm  12.      [L.  M.] 

1  T     ORD.  if  thou  dofi  not  fhoa  appear 
JLj    Vinue  and  truth   will   flee  away  ; 
A  faithful  man  amongft  us   here 

Will  fcarce  be   found,  if  thou  delay. 

2  The  whole  difcourfe  when  neighbors  inset 
Is  fill'd  with  trillis  ioofe  and  vain  ; 
Their  Ups  are  fktt'ry  and  deceit, 

And  their  proud  language  is  profane, 

3  But  lips  that  with  deceit  abound 
Shall  not    maintain  their  triunr.ph  long  ; 
The    God  of  vengeance   will  confound 
The  flatt'ring  and  blaiphetnistg  tongue* 

4  s  Ye?  Qfafl  our  words  be  free,'  they  cry  ; 

*  Our  tongues  (nail  be  contFJtil'd  by  none  ; 
'  Where  is  the  Lord  will   afk  us  why* 

*  Or  f^y »  cur  lips    are  net  our  own  V 

5  The  Lord,  who   fees  the  poor  opprefi:, 
And  hears  th5  opprtiTor's   haughty  (train, 
Will  rife  to    give  his  children  reft, 

Nor  fhdil  they  tiuft  his  word  in  vain. 

6  Thy  wore!,   O    Lord,  the**  oken  try'd, 
Void  of  deceit    mall  iU\  appear  s 

Not   iliver,  (even  times  pufiheid 
From  drofs  and  mixture,  mines  fo 

7  Thy  -race  (hall  in  the  dark:(t   hour 

Defend  the  holy  foul  from  harm  ; 

Tho*   when  the  viieft  men   have  pew 

Gfep  evYy  (ids  will  lionets  {war^. 
n 


clear- 


z6  PSALM  XII. 

Psalm    12,     [C.  M.] 
j    TTELP,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fill, 
X  JL    Re'igion  loffs  ground  ; 
The  ions  of  violence  prevail, 
And  treacheries  abound- 

2  Their  oaths    and  profnifes  they  break, 

Yet  act  the-  fhtt'rer's  part : 
With  fair  deceitful  J:ps  they  fpeak, 
And  with   a  double  heart. 

3  If  we  reprove  forne  hateful"  lie, 

How  is    their  fury  ilisr'd  ! 
*  Are  not  our  lips  cur  own,'  they  cry, 
*  And  who  ilia; I   be  our  Lord  V 

4  ScofRrs  appear  on  ev'ry   fide, 

Where  a  vile   race  of  men 
Is  rais'd   to  feats  of  pow'r  and  pride. 
And  bears  the  Iword  in  vain. 

PAUSE. 

5  Lord,  when    iniquities  abound, 

And  blaiphemy  grows   bold, 
When  faith  is  hardly  to  be  found, 
And  love  is  waxing  cold  ; 
£  Is  not  thy   chariot  hafl'ning  on  ? 
Haft  thou  not  giv'n  the  fign  ? 
May  we  not  (ruft  and  live  upon 
A  promife  Co  divine  ? 
7   '  Yes,'  faith  the  Lord,   *  now  will  I  rifef 

*  And  make  oppreflbre  flee  : 

*  I  (hall   appear    to   their  furprife, 

*  And  let  mv    frr  rants  free.' 


PSALM  XIII.  27 

8  Thy  word,  like  (liver   fev'a  times  try'd, 
Thro*  ngss  fiu!l  endure  : 
The  risen  that  in  thy  truth  confide, 
Shall  find   the    promife  fure, 

Psalm   13.     [L.  M.] 

1  TTOW  long  O  Lord,  (hall  I  complain, 
JLJL  Like  one  that  feeks  his  God  in  vain  ? 
Canij  thou  thy  face  for  ever   hi  fie. 

And    I  lUH  pray,  and   be  dtny'd  ? 

2  Shall  I    foreyer  be  forger, 

As  one  whom  thou  regarded   not  ? 

Still  fihll  my  foul  thine    abfence  mourn  ? 

And  fill  dtfpair  of  thy  return  ? 
5   How  long  (hall  my   poor  troubled  breafl 

Be  with  thefe  anxious  thoughts  qppreft, 

And  Satan,   my  malicious  tos, 

Rejoice  to  fee  me  funk  fa  low? 
4.  Hear,  Lord,  and  grant  me  quick  relief,, 

Before  my   death  conclude  ray  grief  ; 

If  thou  withhold'^  thy  heav'nly  light, 

Ifl.ep   in    everfaftirig   night, 

5  How   will  the  pow'rs  of '  cUrknefs  boad, 
If  but  one  praying  loui  '■*   Joft  i 

But  I   have  trulled    in   thy   grace, 
And  fiiali  again   behold  thy  face. 

6  Wbate'er  my  Tests  or  foes  fiiggefr, 
Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  pefl  : 
My  heart    (hall  feel  thy  bvew  and  raid- 
My  chetrfu!  voice  to  fcn&s  o<  pr^ife, 


s8  PSALM  XIH, 

FCALM    13.      [C.  U  ] 

1  OW  lorsj  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  iac.1  ' 
My  God,    how  long  delay  ? 
When  fhfeill    I  feci  thafe   heav'njy  rays 
That  chsfe  my  fears    away  ? 

2  fcJow  long  (hali   my   poor  iab'ring  foul 

V/rc-Uie   and    toil   in    vain  ? 
Thy  word  can  ail  my  foes  controul, 
And  eafe  my  racing  pa-n. 

3  See  how  the  prince  of  darknefs  tries 

Aii   his   malicious  arts, 
He  fpreads    a  rniH  around  my  ey;s, 
And    throws  his    fiery    darts. 

4  Be  thou  my  fun,   and   thou  my  (hield, 

My  fcul  in    fafety   keep  ; 
Make  half?,  before  mire  eyes  are  feal'd 
In  death's    e'.crnal  fletp. 

5  How  would  the  tempter    boaft  aloud, 

if  I   became  his  p-^y  ! 
Behord  ?,ne  fons   of  hell  grow  proud 
At  thy  fo   long  d.Say. 

6  But  they  fnail  fly  st    hy  rebuke, 

And    Satan  hide  his  head  ; 
Ke  knows  the  terrors   of  thy  look. 
And  hears   thy  voce  with   dread, 
"   Thou  wilt  difp'ay    that  fov'reign  grtce 
Where  all  my  hopes  are  I  unj 
I  fnall    employ  my  lips  in  rraifi 
And  vicVrv  (hall  be    i 


■«;  » 


-vs\lu  .xrv.  29 

Psalm  .4,  Part  1.   [CM.] 
P0OLS  :n  thejr  hearts  bs'ieve  and  (ay, 
'  Thai  a'!  rejjfjpn'^  vnin  j 
*  There  is  no  Go  i    thai  reigns  on  high, 
'  Or  minds  th1    strain  of  men.' 

2  From  thoughts  fa  dreadful  and  profane, 

Corrupt  difcourfe    proceeds  ; 
And  in  their  impious  hands  are  found 
Abominable    ce^ds. 

3  The  Lord  from   bis   celefriil  throne 

I.ook'd  down   on  things  heiow. 
To  find  the  man    that  fought  his  grace. 
Or  did  his  juftiqe  know. 
4.  By  nature    ail  are  cone  ailray  ; 
Their  practice   all  the  fa  no  % 
There's  none  that  fears  his  ^laker's  hand  ; 
There's  none  that  saves  h's  name. 
C   Their  tongues  are  us'd  to  fpeak  deceit; 
Their  danders    never   ceaie  : 
How  nv'ifi  to  nsifchief  are  their  feet  ! 
Nor  knew    the  paths  of  peace  ! 
6   Such  feeds  of  fm  (that  bitter  root) 
In  ev  ry  heart  are  found  ; 
Nor  can  they  bear  diviner  fruit, 
'Tijj  grace  refine  the  ground. 

Psalm    14.     Part    2.     [C.  M.] 

RE  finners  now  fo  fer.fe'efs  grown 
That  they  the  taints  devour  '? 
C  z 


^  I  SALM  XV. 

And  never  worfhip  at  thy   throne, 
Nor  fear  thine  awful  pow'r  ? 

2  Great  God,  appear  to  their  furprife, 

Reveal  thy  dreadful    name  ; 
Let  them  no  more  tliy  vvrath  defpife, 
Nor  turn  cur  hope  to  fliame. 

3  Doll  thou  not   dwell  among   thejuft? 

And  yet  our  foes  deride, 
That  we  Ihould  make  thy  name  our  irulr, 
Great  God,  confound  their  pride  ! 

4  O   that  t  e  joy ru!    day   were  come, 

To   ffnifh  our  dii'trefs  ! 
When  God   fhail  bring  his  children  home, 
Our  ill   never  ccai'e. 


A    0 


ALM     15.       [L.    M  ] 


!    T^TKO  fhaH  inhabit  in  thy  bill, 
V  V      O  God    of  hoiinefsf 

Whom  will  the  Lord  admit  to  dwell 
So  near  his  throne  of  grace  ? 

2  The  man   that  walks  in  pious  way?, 

And  works  whh  righteous  hands  5 
That  trufls  Lis    Maker's  promifts, 
And  follows  his  comroards. 

3  He  fpfaks  the  meaning  of  his  heart, 

Nor  flanders  with   his  tongue  ; 
Will  fcarce  believe  an   ill    report, 
K.  r  do  bis  neighbor  wrong. 
I  The  wealthy  'inn  is  he  contemns, 
Lovci  all  that  fear  the  Lord  ; 


PSALM  XV.  $j 

And  tho'  to  his  own  hurt  he  fwears, 
S  ill  he  performs  his  word. 
5  His  hands  difdain  a  golden   bribe, 
And  never  gripe   the  poor  : 
This  man  fh?!!  dwell  with  God  on  earth, 
And   find    his    heav'n  iecure. 

Psalm  15.      [L,  M.] 

:  TITHO  Pnall  afcend  thy  heav'nly  place, 
VV     Great  God,   and  dwell  before  thy 
The  man  that  minds  religion  now,      [face  .? 
And  humbly    walks  with   God  below; 

2  Whole  hands  are  pure,  whofe  heart  is  clean, 
Whofe  iips  fHJI  fpeak  the  things  they  mean  : 
No  danders  dwell    upon  his  tongue  ; 

He  hates    to  do  his  neighbor  wrong. 

3  [Scarce  wiii  he   truft  an  ill  report, 
Nor  vent  it  to  his  neighbor's  hurt  ; 
Sinners  of  ftate  he  can  defpife, 
But  faints  are  honor 'd  in  his  eyes.] 

4  [Firm  to  his  word  he  ever  flood, 
And  always  makes  his  promife  good  ; 
Nor  dares  to  change  the  thing  he  fweais, 
Whatever  pain    or  lofs   he  bears. 2 

5  [He  never  deals  in  bribing  gold, 

And  mourns  that  juiHce  Ihould  be  fo'd  ; 
While  others  giipe  and  grind  the  poor, 
Sweet  charity  attends  his  doer.3 

6  He  loves  his  enemies,  and  prays 
For  tbofe  that  curfe  him  to  his  face  5 


32  FSAJLM  XVI, 

And    do  to  a!!  men  (lijl  the  tarrr, 
That  he  would  [tope  or  wifn  from  them. 
-   Yet,   wen  Ms  hohiit    works  are  docC) 
His  loul  :'-. : . f;  da    op    grace   ?.!on c  } 
This  is  the  il  fee, 

And  dwell  lor-.ver,    Lord,  \\uh  tV,eSe. 

Fsalm  1 6.  Part  i.     [L.   M.] 

RESERVE  me,  Lord,  in  time  ofnsed, 
For  fuccor  to  thy  throne  I  fee  ; 
But  have  no  (net its  there   to  plead  ; 
My  goodnefs   cannot  reach    to    tl;ce. 

2  Oft  ha,ve    my  heart  and   tongue  confer, 
How  empty   and    how  poor  I   am  ; 
My  prajfe  can  never  mal;e  thee  bleif, 
And  adcTnevy  glories,    to  thy  name. 

3  Yt*t,  Lord,  thy  faints   on  earth  may  reap 
Some  profit  by  the  g3od  w^  do  ; 
Trefe    pre  the  company  f  keep, 

Theft;  are  the  choice/!   friends  I  know, 

4  Let  others,  chocfe  the    fjns  of  nunh 
To  give  a  rd«(h    to  t'  eir  wine  : 

I  love  the  men    of  heav.'nly  birth, 
Vv'hofe  thougiits  and  language  are  divine. 

Psalm  l5.   Part  z.     [L.  M.l 

I    T_T  QW  fa{l  their  guilt  and  forrow*  rife, 
XX    Who  ha(le  to  ie:k   force  ide!  god  ! 
1  w»U  not  tafte  their    facrifice, 
Their  offerings  of  forbiddej)  blood. 


PSALM  XV L  33 

2  My   God  provides    a    richer   cup, 
And    nobler   food  to  live    upon  ; 
He  for  my    life  has    cfKr'd   up 
Jefus,  his  bietl  beloved    Son. 

3  His  iovt  is  my    perpe*ual  tea  It  ; 

By  day  his  cour.feis  guide  roe   rigjit  s 
And  be    his  name  forever  bie#, 
Who  gives   me  fw^eet  advice   by  night, 

4  I  fet  hiro  ftii'i  before    mine  eyes  ; 

Al  my  right    hand   he  ftands  prepared 
To  keep  my   foul  from  ail  farprifs, 
And  be  my    evedafHcg  guard, 

Psalm  i6.  Pan  3,      [L.  M.] 

WH  EN  God  is  nigh,  my  lakh  is  (Ucng, 
His  arm  is  niy  almighty  prop  : 
Be  glad  my  heart,  rejoice  my  tongue, 
My  dying  fle:(h  (hall  reft  in  hope. 

2  Though  in  the  dull  I  lay  my  head. 
Yet,  gracious  God,  thou  wilt  net  leave 
My  foul  forever  with  the  dead. 

Nor  iofe  thy  chiidien  in  the  gra?e. 

3  My  fie&  fhaH  thy  firft  call  obey, 
fcru-ike  off  the  dull  and  rife  on  high  ; 
Then  (halt  thcu  lead  the  wend'rous  way 
Up  to  thy  throne  above  the  iky. 

4  There  dreams  of  endSefs  pleafure  flow  ; 
And  full  difcov'ries  of  thy  grace, 
(Which  we  but  talfed  here  below) 
spread  hcav'oiy  joys  through  all  the  place* 


34  PSALM  XVT. 

Psalm  16    i  — 3.  Part  i.  [CM.] 

i    Qt  AVE  me,  O  Lord,  from  ev'ry  foe  ; 
C3    In  thee  my  trull  I  piace  ; 
Tbo'  all  the  pood  that  I  can  do 
Can  ne'er  deferve  thy  grace. 

2  Yet,  if  my  God  pro  ong  my  breath, 

The  faints  may  profit  by't  ; 
The  faints,  the  glory  of  the  earth, 
The  jnen  of  my  delight. 

3  Let  Heathens  to  their  idols  hafte, 

And  worfhip  wood  and  (tone  j 
But  my  delightful  let  is  cart 
Where  the  true  God  is  known. 

4  His  hand  provides  my  coniiant  food, 

He  fi'Is  my  daily  cup  : 
Much  am  I  pleas'd  with  prefent  good, 
But  more  rejoice  in  hope. 
c   God  is  my  penion  and  my  joy  ; 
His  counfels  are  my  light  : 
He  givis  me  fwect  advice  by  diy, 
And  gzn  le  h  ms  by  night. 
6  My  fou'.  would  all  her  thoughts  approve, 
To  his  all  i.eing  eye  ; 
Nor  death,  nor  hell,  mv  hope  (hall  move, 
While  luch  a  fiierid  is  n;gi). 


Psalm   i6.  Part  2.   [C    M  ] 

he  Lord  before  my  face, 
an  my  courage  uy  ; 


I  ■  T    SETth 

X    '  He  be 


PSALM  XVII.  35 

1  My  heast,  my  tongue,  their  joys  exprefs  J 

«  My  flefn  fhall  reft  in  hope. 
'  My  fpitit,  Lord,  thou  wilt  not  leave 

*  Where  fouls  depar  ed  are  ; 
Nor  quit  my  body  to  the  grave, 

*  To  fee  corruption  there. 

*  Thou  wilt  reveal  the  path  of  life, 

*  And   raife  me  to  thy  throne  : 

*  Thy  courts  immortal  pieaiure  give, 

*  Thy  prefence  joys  unknown.' 
[Thus,  «n  the  name  of  Chrift,  the  Lord, 

The  holy  David  fung  j 
.And  Providence  fulfils  the  word 

Of  his  prophetic  tongue. 
Jefus,  whom  every  faint  adores, 

Was  crucify'd  and  flain  j 
Behold,  the  tomb  its  prey  reftores  .; 

Behold,  he  lives  again  ! 
When  fhall  ray  feet  arife  and  (land 

On  heav'os  eternal  bill  i 
There  fits  the  Son  at  God's  right  hand, 

And  there  the  Father  fmiles  ] 

Psalm  17.   13,  &c.     [S.  M  ] 

ARISE  my  gracious  God, 
And  make  the  wicked  flee  ; 
They  are  but  thy  chaftifing  rod, 
To  drive  thy  faints  to  thee. 
Behold,  the  (inner  dies, 
His  haughty  words  are  vain  ) 


36  PSALM  XVII. 

Kere  in  this  life  his  pleasure  lies, 
And  a!  I  beyond  is  pain. 

3  Then  let  his  pride  advance, 
And  bcail  of  all  h  s  (tore  ; 

The  Lord  is  my  inheritance, 
My  fcul  can  wifh  no  more, 

4  I  ftiall  behold   the    face 
Of  my   forgiving  God  ; 

A*nd    frand  complete  in    rsghteoufo 
Wafh'd    in   my  Savior's  b!ood. 

5  There's  a   new  heaven   begun 
When  I  awake  from  death, 

Drtfs'd  in  the  likenefs  of  thy  Son, 
And  draw  immortal  breath. 

Psalm.  17.     [L.  M] 

ORD,  I  am  thine  :  but  thou  wilt  prove 
My  faith,  my  patience,  and  my  love  ; 
Vv\:en   men  of-fpke  again!];  me  join, 
They  are  the    {word,  the  hand  is  thine. 

2  Their  hope  and  p:r;ion  lie  below  ; 
5T;s  a!!  the  happinefs  they  know, 

'Tis   ali  they  leek  :  they  take  their  fiiares, 
And  leave  the  reft  amon*  their  hcirj 

3  What  iinners    value,   1  rdi^n  ; 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine  ; 
I    thai!  behold  %  bl&ful   face, 
And  (land  complete  in  righteoulnefs. 

4  This    life's  a   cream,  an  empty  mow; 
But  tht   bright  world  10   which  1  go 


PSALM  XVIII.  37 

Hath  joys  fubftantia!  and  fincere  : 
When  (hail  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 

0  glorious  hour  !   O  bieft  abode  ! 

1  foal!  be  near  and  like  my  God  ! 
And  flcfh  and  fin   no  more  controul 
The  facred  pleafures  of  the  fbu!. 
My  fl-(Ii  (hail  liumher  in  the  ground 
Till  the  lad  trumpet's  joyful  found  ; 
Then  burft  the  chains  with   fweet  fufplife^ 
And  in  my  Savior's  image  rile. 

Psalm    iS.    i— -5,   15 — 18. 
Part  1,      [C.  M.J 

hee  wiil  I  love, O  Lord,  my  ftrengtb, 
My  rock,  my  tower,  my  high  defeuce,' 
Thy  mighty  arm  fhaU  be  my  truff, 
For  I  have  found  falvatson  thence* 
Death  and   the  terrors  ol  the  grave  ; 
Stood  round  me  with  their  difmal  lhade  % 
While  floods  of  high  temptation  rcle, 
And  made  my  finking  foul  afraid* 
I  faw  the     op'ning  gates   of  hell, 
With  endlefs  pains  and  forrows  there  5 
Which  none  but  they  that  feel  can  iill, 
While  I   was  hurried  to    ddpair. 
In  my  diilrefs  I  call'd   *■  my  God,' 
When  I  cou'd  fcarce  believe  him  mins  \ 
He  bow'd  his  ear  to  my  complaint ; 
Thee  did  his  grace  appear  divife. 
D* 


38  PSALM  XVIir. 

5  [With  fpeed  he  Sew  to  my  relief, 

As  on  a  cherubs  wing  he  rode  : 
Awful  and  bright    as  lightning  (hone 
The  face  of  my  dtliv'rer  God,] 

6  LTemp'aticns  A-d  rit  ',,s  rebuke, 
The  bJaft  of  his  almighty  breath  : 
He  fent  falvaticn  from  on  hi^h, 

And  drew  me   from  the  depths  of  death.] 

7  Great  were  my  fea;s,  my  foes  were  great, 
Much  was  their  ftrength,  and  mere  f  heir  rage: 
Bat  Chrift.  my  JLord5  is  conqueror  ftill, 
]n  all  the  wars  that  devils  wage. 

8  My  fong  for    ever  flial!  record 
That  terrible,  that  joyful   lour  ; 
And  give  the  glory  to  the  Lord, 
Due  ;o  his  mercy  and   his  power. 

Psalm  iS.  20—26.  Fart  2.   [L.  M.] 

I    T     ORD,  thou  haft  feen  my  foul  ftocere, 
jl  j.  Haft  made  thy  truth  and  love  appear  ; 
Before  mine  eyes  I  fet  thy  laws, 
And  thou  halt  owrTd  my  righteous  caufe-. 

S    oince  I  have  learn'd  thy  ho  y  ways 
I've  walk'd  upright    before   thy  face, 
Or  if  my  feet  did  e'er  depart, 
'Twas  never  with  a  w  eked  heart. 

g  What  fate  temptations   broke  my  reft! 
What  vvais  and  ftrugglings  in  my  breaft  « 
But  thro:  thy  grace  that  reigns  within, 
I  guard  againlt  my  darling  On. 


PSALM  XVril.  59 

4  That  Cm  which  c'ofe  befe's  me  fti!!, 
That  works  and  (lives  againft  my  will  j 
When  Hia.lt  thy   fpirit *s  fov'reign  power 
Deflroy   it  that  it  rifr  no  more  r 

5  [With  an    impartial   hand    the  Lord 
Deals  out  to  mortals  their  reward  ; 
The  kind  and  faithful  fouls  fliail  tmd 
A   God  as  faithful   and    as  kind. 

6  The  juii   and  pure  (hall  ever  lay, 
Thou  art  mere  pure,  morejuft  than  they  i 
And  men  that  love  revenge  fnall   know 
God  hath  an  arm  of  vergesnee  too  2 

Psalm  i8.   30,  $1,  34,  35,  46,  &c% 
Part  3.      [L.   M.] 

1  TUST  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word 
Jf     Great  reck    of   my  fecure  abode  1 
Who  is  a  God  bthde  the   Lord? 

Of  where's  a  refuge  like  our  God  ? 

2  *Tis  he  that  girds  me  with  his  might, 
Gives  me  his   holy  (word  to  wield  j 
And  while  with  fin  and   hell    I  %hr3 
Spreads   his  falvation  for  my  fhield. 

3  He  lives   (and  blciTed  he  my  rock  I) 
The  God  of  roy  faivation  lives  ; 
The  dark  defigns   of  hell  are  broke  5 
Sweet  is  the  peace  my  father  gives. 

4  Before  the  fcofFers  or  the   age 
I  will  exalt  my  Father's  name, 


4o  PSALM  XVIII. 

Nor  tremble  at  their  mighty  rape, 
13ut  meet  reproach,  and  bear  the  (name, 
5  To   David  and    his  royal  feed 
Thy  grace  for  ever  (hail  extend, 
Thy  !ov  to  faints  in  Chrift  their  head 
Knows  not  a  limit  nor  an  end. 

Psalm   iS.     Part  i.     [C.    M-] 

1  *T  %J  E  love  thee,  Lord,  and  we  adore  5 

\  f       Now  is  thine  arm   reveal'd  : 
Thou  art  our  ftrength,  cur  heav'nly  tow'r, 
Cur  bulwark,  and  our  fhieid. 

2  We  fly  to  our  eternal  rock, 

And  find  a  fure  defence  1 
His  holy  nar;e   our  lips  invoke, 
And  draw   filiation    thence, 

3  When  God,  our  leader,   (hires  in  arms, 

What  mortal  heart  can   bear 

The  thunder  of  his   loud  alarms, 

The  lightning   of  his  fpear  r 

4  He  rides  upon  the   winged  wind, 

Ard  ange's  in   array 
In  trillions    wait   to  know  his  mind, 
And   fwift  as  fum.es    obey, 
j   Ke  fpesks,   and  at    his  fierce  rebuke 
Whole  armies  are  difo>ay3d  : 
His  voice,  h's  frown,  his  angry  look, 
Strikes  ail    their  courage  dead. 
6  Fie  forms  cur  generals  for  the  field. 
With  all  their  dreadful  (kill : 


PSALM  XVIII.  41 

Gives  theoi  his  awful  fword  to  wield, 
And  makes  their  hearts  of  (tee!. 
1   £He  arms  our  captains  to  the  fight, 
(Tho'  there  his  name's  forgot :} 
He  girded  Cyrus  wMj  his  might, 
But  Cyrus  knew  him  not. 
S  Oft  has  the  Lord  whole  nations  bkffc 
For  his   own  church's  fake  : 
The  pov/'rs  that  gave  his  people  rsft 
Shall  of  his  care  partake 

Psalm   18.     Part  2.     [CM.] 

1  r  a  'O  thine  almighty  arm  we  owe 

JL      The  triumphs  of  the  day  : 
Thy  terrors,  Lord,  confound  the  fosf 
And  melt  their  ftrength  away. 

2  'Tis  by  thine  aid  our  troops  prevail, 

And  break  united  pow'rs  ; 
Or  hum  their  boafted  fleets,  or  kale 
The  proudeft  of  their  tow'rs; 

3  How  have  we  chas'd  them  thro'  the  field, 

And  trod  them  to  the  ground, 
While  thy  falvatioo  was  our  mieid, 
But  they  no  fhelter  found  ! 

4  In  vain  to  idol  faints  they  cry, 

And  perlfh  in  their  blood  : 
Where  is  the  rock  fo  great,  fo  high, 
So  pow'rful  as  our  Goci ! 
D  2 


-FoALM  X. 

ever  lives. 
His  name  be:  ever  b'efl  ; 
'Tis  his  own  arm  the  vicl'ry  gives, 
And  gives  his  people  reft. 
6  Cn  kings  that  reign  as  David  did 
ours  \k  bleftings  down  ; 
Setfures  their  honors  to  their  feed, 
And  well  fupporta their  crown. 

Psalm  19.  Part  1.   [3.  M.J 

1  "OEHOLD  the  lofty  flty 
J3   Declares  its  maker  God, 
And  ali  his  {'any  works  on  1  i^h 

Proclaim  his  pow'r  abroad. 

2  The  darknefs  and  the  light 

Still  keep  their  courfe  the  fame  ; 
While  day  to  day,  and  r.i^ht  to  night, 
L'.iir.ely  teach  his  name. 

3  In  ev'ry  different  land 

Their  gen'pal  voice  is  known  ; 

wonders  of  his  hand; 
And  orders  of  Lis  throne. 

4.  Ve  Chriftian  lands  rejo:ce  j 
Hz  it  he  reveals  his  word  : 
care  not  left  to  na  are's  voice 
To  bid  us  know  the  Lord. 

5   His  (fcatut&s  and  comm; 
Are  fet  before  our;  y 
He  puts  his  gofpel  in  cur  J.an 


PSALM  XIX,  43 

6  His  laws  are  jud  and  pure, 

His  truth  without  deceit  j 
His  promifes  forever  fure, 
And  his  rewards  are  gr=at. 

7  [Not  honey  to  the  tafle 

Affords  fomucb  delight, 
Nor  gold  that  has  the  furnace  paiVd 
So  much  allures  the  %ht, 

8  While  of  thy  works  I  fing, 

Thy  g'ory  to  proclaim, 
Accept  the  praife,  my  God,  my  king* 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 3 

Psalm  19.    Part  2.   [S.  Mj 

i    |JE  HOLD  the  morning  fun 
Jt3    Begins  his  glorious  way  \ 
His  beams  through  all  the  nations  rurij. 
And  fife  and  light  convey, 

2  Eut  where  the  gofpei  comes 

It  fpreads  diviner  Ifglit, 
It  calls  dead  iinners  from  their  tombs, 
And  gives  the" blind  their  light, 

3  How  perfect  is  thy  word  ! 

And  all  thy  judgments  juft  ! 
For  e?er  fure  thy  promife,  Lord> 
And  men  fecure'y  trufr. 

4  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 

Are  thy  directions  piven  X 
0   may  I  never  read  in  vain, 
Bat  find  the  path  to  heav'a* 


44  PSALM  XIX. 

PAUSE. 

5  I  hear  thy  word  with  love, 
And  I  would  fain  obey  ; 
Send  thy  good  fpirit  from  above 

To  guide  me,  left  I  (tray, 
^who  can  ever  find 

The  errors  of  his  ways  ? 
*etwith  a  bold  prefurnptuous  mind 
I  would  not  dare  tranfgrefs. 

7  Warn  me  of  ev*ry  (In  ; 

Forgive  my  fecret  faults  : 
And  cleanfe  this  guilty  foul  of  mine, 
Whofe  crimes  exceed  my  thoughts. 

8  While  with  my  heart  a~d  tongue 

I  fpread  thy  pr&ife  abroad, 
Accept  the  worfhipand  the  fong, 
My  Savior  and    my  God  ! 

Psalm   19.     [L.  M  3 

1  rpHE  heav'cs  dechre  thy  glory,  Lord, 

JL      In  cv'ry,'rar  thy  wifdom  lhines  j 
But  when  ocr  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

2  The  rolling  fun,  the  changing  light, 
And  m^his  and  days  thy  power  cqnftfs  ; 
But  the  bleir.  volume  thou  luft  wrir, 
Reveals  thy  jufrice  and  thy  grace. 

g  Sun,  moon,  and  ftars  convey  thy  praife 
Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  ftand  : 
So  when  thy  truth  began  its  race, 
It  tcuch'd  and  glanc'd  en  evVy  land. 


PSALM  XIX.  45 

4  Nor  (hall  thy  fpreading  gofpel  reft. 

Tiii  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run  ? 
Till  Chrift  has  all  the  nations  bkfi 
That  fee  the  light,  or  feel  the  fun, 

5  Great  San  of  righteoufnefs  arife, 

B'efs  the  dark  world  with  heav'nly  light  t 
Thy  gofpel  makes  the  fioiple  wife, 
Thy  laws  are  pare,  thy  judgments  right. 

6  Thy  nobleft  wonders  here  we  view, 
In  fouls  renew'd  and  fins  forgiv'n  I 
J,ord  cieanfe  my  iins,  my  foul  renew, 
And  make  thy  ward  siy  guide  to  heav'o. 

Psalm  19.     To  the  tune  of  1 1 3th  P&lm» 

REAT  God,  the  heavVs  well  or, 
der'  d  frsme 
Declares  the  glories  of  thy  name  : 

There  thy  rich  works  of  wonder  (hine  \ 
A  fhouland  (tarry  beauties  there, 
A  thoufand  radiant  marks  appear 

Of  boundlefs  power  and  (kill divines 

2  From  D'ght  to  day,  from  day  to  night. 
The  dawning  and  the  dying  Sight, 

Lectures  of  heav'nly  wifddm  read  \ 
With  fiient  elcquence  they  raife 
Our  thoughts  to  our  Creator's  praife, 

And  neither  found  nor  language  need* 

3  Yet    their  divine   inftru&ions    ruo 
Far  as  the  joaroies  of  the  fun, 


46  PSALM  XIX. 

An  d  ev'ry  nation  knows  their  voice: 
The  fun,  like  Tome  young  bridegroom  dreft, 
Breaks  from  the  chambers  of  «.he  eafr, 

Rolls  round,  and  makes  the  earth  rejoice. 

4  Where'er  hefpreads  his  beams  abroad, 
He  i:niles,  and  fpeaks  his  maker  God  ; 

All  nature  joins  to  (hew  thv  praife. 
Thus  God  in  ev'ry  creature  dunes  : 
Fair  is  the  book  of  nature's  lines, 

But  faker  is  the  book  of  grace. 

PAUSk'. 

5  I  leve  the  volumes  of  thy  word  : 

:  light  and  joy  thofe  eaves  afford 
To  fouls  Benighted  and  diftreft  S 
Thy  psec^pts  guide  my  doubtful  way, 
Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  (hay, 

leads  my  heart  to  reft. 
5  From  the  difcov'ries  of  thy  law 
The  perfect  rules  o:  life  I  draw: 

Thtfe  are  my  (ludy  and  delight ; 

Not  hoqey  fo  invites  the  tafte, 

Nor  gold  that  hath  the  furnace  pafs'd, 

-  .  fc  pleafii  ^   o  the  (l 

7  Thy  threat'ritngs  wake  ray  fiumb'ring  eyes, 

And  wain  me  where  my  danger  lies  ; 

But  Ms  thy  blejTed  gofpel,  Lord, 
Thaf  makes  my  guilty  con feience  clean, 
Conv:ns  my  foul,  fubdues  my  fin, 
And  gives  a  free,  but  large  reward, 


PSALM  XX.  47 

Who  knows  the  errors  of  his  thoughts  ? 
My  God,  forgive  my  fecret  faults, 

And  from  prefumptuous  fins  reftralo  : 
Accept  my  poor  attempts  of  praife, 
That  I  have  read  thy  hook  of  grace, 

And  book  cf  nature  not  in  vain. 

Psalm  20.     [L.  ML] 

T  OW  may  the  God  of  pow'r  and  grace 
Attend  his  people's  humble  cry  ! 
Jehovah  hears   when  Ifraei    prays, 
And  brings  deliv'rance  from  on  high. 

2  The  name  of  Jacob's  God  defends, 
Better  than  mi-Ids  or  brazen  wails; 
He  from  his  fan&uary   fends 
Succor  and  strength  when  Zion  calls* 

3  Well   he  remembers  all  our  fighs, 
His  love  exceeds  cur  bed  deferts  ; 
His   love  accepts  a   facrifice 

Of  humble  groans  and    b:oken   hearts, 

4  Ib  his  fa!vation  is  our  hope, 
Ar;d  in  the  name  of  Isr'i's   God 
Our  troops  mall  lift  their  binners  up, 
Our  navies    fpread  their  flags  abroad. 

j  Some  truft:  in  horfes  trained  fur   war, 

And  fame  of  chariots  make  their  boails  ; 

Our  fured  expectations  are 

From  thee,  the  Lord  of  heav'nly  hofts. 
6  [O  may  the  mem'Vy  of  thy  name 

Infpire  our  armies  for  the  fight  I 


48  PSALM  XXL 

Our  foes  fhall   fall  and  die  with  /hame, 
Or  qu:t  the  fieid  with   fhameful  flight. 
7  Now  fave  us,  Lord,  from  iLvifh  Fear  ; 
Now  let  cur  hope   be  firm   and  ftrong, 
Till  thy  falvation    fnall  appear, 
And  joy  and  triumph  raife  the  fong. 

Psalm  21.     [C.  M.] 

1  r  J  ^  HE  king,  O  Lord,  with  fongs  ofpraifej 

1       Shall  in  thy  (Irength  rejoice, 

And,  bled  with  thy  falvation,  raife 

To  heav'n   his  cheerful  vo'ce. 

2  Thy  fure  defence,    thro'  nations  round, 

Has  fpread   his  glorious    name  ; 
And  his  fuccefsful  anions  crown'd 
With  majefry  and  fame. 

3  Then  let  the  king  on  God  alone 

For   timely  aid  rtly  ; 
His  mercy  fnall  fupport  the  throne, 
And  all  our  wants  fupp'y. 

4  But,  righteous  Lord,  rr.s    flubborn   foes 

Shall  fee!  thy  dreadful  band  ; 
Thy  vengeful  arm  fha'l  find  out   thofe 
That  hate  his  mild  command, 
e  When  thou  againfl  them    doft  engag?, 
Thy  jufl,   but  dreadful  doom, 
Shall  like  a  fiery  oven's  rage, 
Their  hopes  and  then!  confume. 
6  Thus,  Lord,  thy  wond'rous  pow'r  declare, 
And  thus  exalt  tby  fame  j 


PSALM  XXVIT.  61 

2  I  hate  to  walk,  I  hate  to  fa, 
With  men  of  vanity  and  lies  ; 
The  fcoffer  and  the  hypocrite 
Are  the  abhorrence  of  mine  eyes. 

3  Amcngfr  thy  faints  I  v/U!  appear, 
With  hands  weli  wafn'd  in  innocence. 
But  when  I  (rand  before  thy  bar, 
The  blood  of  Chritr.  is  my  defence. 

4  I  iovethy  habitation,  Lord, 

The  temple  where  thy  honors  dwell, 
There  fhall  I  hear  thy  holy  word, 
And  there  thy  works  of  wonder  tell. 

5  Let  not  my  foul  be  join'd  at  lair 
With  men  of  treachery  and  blood  ; 
Since  I  my  days  on  earth   have  pafl: 
Among  the  faints  and  near  my  God. 

Psalm  27.    1—6    Part  1.    [C.  M.] 

1  rT^HE  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light, 

J,         And  my  faivation  too  ; 
God  is  my  flrength  ;  nor  will  I  fear 
What  ail  my  foes  can  do. 

2  One  privilege  my  heart  dtfirss  : 

O  !    grant  me  an  abode 
Among  the  churches  of  thy  faints. 
The  Temple  of  my  God 

3  There  mall  I  offer  my  requedsj 

And  fee  tKy  beauty  (ti'l  ; 


62  PSALM  XXVII. 

Shall  hear  thy  rtv. (Taees  of!ove, 
Ar.d  there  inquire  thy  v.  -ill. 

4  When  troubles  rife,  zr\d  ftdrhis  appear. 

There  may  his  children  hide  ; 
Gcd  lias  £  ftrorig  pavilion,  where 
He  makes  my  fool  abide, 

5  Now  (hall   my  head  be  lifted  high 

Above  my  foes  around, 
And  fonps  of  joy  and  victory 
Within  thy  temple  found. 

Psalm  27.   8,  9,  13,  14.  Part  2.   [C.  M  ] 

1  QOOM  as  I  heard  my  Father  hy,  f 
O      *  Ye  children,  Gek  my  grace  }' 
My  heart  reply*d,  without  delay, 

«  I'll  feck  my  Father's  face.' 

2  Let  not   thy  ha  be  hid  from  me, 

Nor  (:rwn  rby  foul  away  ;. 
God  of  my  life,  1  fly  to  thee 
In  a  dtftrcfiing  day. 

3  Should  friends  and  kindred,  near  and  dezr, 

Leave  me  to  want  or  die, 
My  God  would  make  my  life  his  care, 
Ar.d  all  my  need  fupply. 

4  My  fainting  flefh  had  oy'd  with  grief, 

Had  not  my  foul  believ'd, 
To  fee  thy  grace  provide  relief  j 
Nor  was  my  hope  deceived. 
^  Wait  en  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  fair  is.  ■ 
And  kep  your  courage  up  ; 


PSALM  XXIX,  6j 

He'll  raife  your  fpjylt  when  It  uinls, 
And  far  exceed  your  hope, 


Psalm  29.     [L,  M.] 

1  f~^  IVE'to  the  Lord,  ye  Tons  or"  Fame, 
\^J?  Give  to  the  Lord  renown  and  pojv'r  ; 
Afcribe  due  honors  to  bis  name, 

And  his  eternal  might  adore. 

2  The  Lord  proclaims  his  pov/r  aloud, 
Over  the  ocean  and  the  land  : 

His  voice  divides  the  wat'ry  cloud, 
And  lightnings  b'aze  at  his  command. 

3  Ke  fpeaks,  and  rempefr,  half  and  winj3 
Lay  the  wide  fjreit  bare  around  ; 
The  fearful  hart,  and  frightful  bind. 
Leap  at  the  terror  of  the  found. 

4  To  L-rbaP.ofi  he  turni  his  voice, 
And  io,  the  (lately  cedars  break  ; 
The  mountains  tremble   at  the  noife, 
The   vaisies  ro2r,   the  defkrts  quake. 

5  The  Lord  fits  fov'u-ign  on  the  flood, 
Tr.e  thund5rer  re'j>ns  for  ever  king: 
But  makes  his  church  his  bieft  abode, 
Where  we  his  ^v;fu!  giories  Hng. 

6  In  geni'er  !an.:uig?,  there  the  Lord 
Tne   counitJ3   of  his  grace   imparts  j 
Amiuis:  the  racing  fhorm,  his  word 
Speaks  peace  and  CQ'&rzgz  to  our  hears, 


64  PSALM  XXX. 

Psalm  30.  Parr  1.   [L.  M.] 

1  T  WILL  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high 
JL    At  thy  command  difeafes  fly  : 
Who  but  a  God   can  fpeak.  and  fave 
From  the  dark  borders  of  the  grave? 

2  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  faints  ofhis, 
And  tell  how  large  his  goodnefs  is  : 
Let  all  your  pow'rs  rJoice  2nd  blefs, 
Whiie  you  record  his   hoilnsfs. 

3  His  anger  but  a  moment  frays  ; 
His  love  is  lie  and  length  of  days  : 
Tho'  grief  and  tears  the  night  employ, 
The  morning  far  reftorss  the  joy. 

Psalm  30.  Ver.  6.    Part  2.  [L.  M] 

i  T7'  I RM  was  my  health 5  my  day  was  brij  hr, 
JL    A  nd  I  prefum'd  'twould  ne'er  be  night : 
Fondly  I  faid  within  my  heart, 
**  Pleafures  and  peace  fhall  ne'er  depart." 

2  But  1  forgot  thine  arm  was  (rrong, 
Which  made  my  mountain  ftand  fo  long  ; 
Goon  as  thy  fece  began  to  hide, 

My  health  was  gone,  my  comforts  died, 

3  I  cry'd  a'oud  to  thee,  my  God, 

11  What  can  (I  thou  profit  by  my  blood  } 

**  Deep  in  the  dull,  can  I  declare 

"  Thy  truib,  or  fing  thy  goodnefs  there  ? 

4  «  Hear  me,  O  God  of  grace,"  1  faid, 

"  And  bring  me  from  among  the  dead  :?' 


\ 


PSALM  XXXI.  65 

Thy  word  rebuked  the  pains  I  felt, 
Thypard'ning  love  remov'drBy  guilt? 

5  My  groans  and  tears,  and  forms  cf  woe, 
xrire  turn'd  to  joy  and  praifes  bow  } 

I  throw  my  fack'oth  on  the  ground, 
And  eaie  ana  gladngfs  gird  me  round. 

6  My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame, 
Shall  ne'er  be  fL'ent  of  thy  name  ; 

Thy  praife  (hall  found  thro'  earth  and  heav'n, 
For  fickneis  heal'd,  and  (ins  forgiv'n. 

Psalm  31,  Verfe  5,    13  — 19,22,23. 
Part   i.    [C.  M.J 

1  TNTO  thine  hand,  O  God  of  truth, 
JL      My  fpirit  I  commit  ; 

Thou  haffcedeem'a  my  foul  from  death, 
And  fav'd  me  from  the  pit. 

2  7  he  pafiions  of  my  hope  and  fear 

Maintain'd  a  dGubifu!  ilrife, 
While  fcrrow,  pain,  and  fin  confpir'd 
To  take  away  my  life. 

3  "  My  time  is  in  thy  hand/3  I  cry'd, 

14  Though  I  draw  near  the  duit  \ 
Thou  art  the  refuse  where  I  hide, 
The  God  in  whom  I  truft. 

4  O  make  thy  reconciled  Uca 

Upon  thy  fervant  (hine! 
And  lave  me  for  thy  meicy's  Czktj 
For  I'm  entirely  thine. 
F  2 


56  PSALM  XXXL 

PAUSE. 

5  f'Twas  in  my  halte,  my  fpirit  (z'tdj 

iw  I  niuft  defpair  and  die, 
11  I  am  cut  off  be:ore  thine  eyes  %*3 
But  thoa  haf*  heard  my  cry.  J 

6  Thy  goodntfs,  how  divinely  free-i 

How  wond'rousis  thy  grace  ! 
To  ihcfe  that  fear  thy  majefty, 
And  truft  thy  promifes. 

7  O  Jove  the  Lord,  ali  ye  his  faints, 

And  ling  his  praifes  loud  ; 
He'll  bend  his  ear  to  your  complaints. 
And  recompenfe  the  proud. 

Psalm  3'i.Ve'r.  7 — 13,  18 — 27, 
Fart  2.    [C  M.] 

1  "]\  /T  Y  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name, 
JLV X      My  God,  my  help,  my  truft ; 
Thou  haft  preferv'd  my  facefrom  (hame, 

I\!y  honor  From  thedufh 

2  "  My  life  is  fpent  in  grief,*  I  cry'd, 

11  My  years  confume  in  groans, 
"  My  ftrcrgth  decays,  mine  eyes  are  dry' 
*'  And  foirow  wailes  my  bones." 
5    Among  mire  enemies  my  name 
Was  a  mere  proverb  grown  ; 
While  10  my  neighbors  I  became 
Forgotten  and  unknown. 
a.  Slander  and  re.-ir,  on  ev'ry  fide, 
hk:z'u  i.zd  btfet  me  round  > 


PSALM  XXXII.  67 

I  to  the  throne  of  grace  apply'd, 
And  fpeedy  refcue  found. 

PAUSE. 

5   How  great  deliv'rance  thou  haft  wrought 
Befo.e  the  Tons  of  men  ! 
The  lying  lips  to  filence  brought, 
And  made  their  boafhng  vain. 
5  Thy  children,  from  the  ftrife  of  tongues, 
Shall  thy  pavilion  hide  ; 
Guard  them  from  infamy  and  wrongs, 
And  erufh  the  fons  of  pride, 
7   Within  thy  fecret  prefence,  Lord, 
Let  me  for  ever  dwell ; 
No  fenced  cry,  wall'd  and  barr?d, 
Secures  a  faint  fo  well. 

Psalm  32.     [S.  M.J 

BLESSED  fouls  are  they, 
Whofe  fins  are  eover'd  o'er  ; 
Divinely  bled,  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 

2  They  mourn  their  follies  pad:, 

And  keep  their  hearts  with  care  ; 
Their  lips  and  lives  without  deceit 
Shall  prove  their  faith  fincere. 

3  While  I  conceai'dmy  guilt, 

I  felt  the  feft'ring  wound  ; 

3Tiil  I  confefs'd  my  fins  to  thee, 

And  ready  pat  don  found. 


63  PSALM  XXXII. 

4  Let  linners  learn  ?c  pray. 

Let  faints  keep  near  t!)e  throne  ; 
Our  help  in  time  of  deep  diftrefs 
Is  found  in  God  alone. 

Psalm  32.     [C.  M.] 

1  T  T  APPY  the  man,  to  ivhom  his  Ood 
JLJL      No  more  imputes  his  fin  ; 

But  waih'd  in  his  Redeemer's  bleed, 
Hath  made  his  garments  clean  I 

2  Happy,  beyond  enpreilion,  he 

Whcfe  debts  ate  thus  dlfcharn'j  j 
And  from  the  guilty  bondage  free, 
He  feels  his  jfo.ul  enlanfd. 

3  His  fpirit  baus  deceit  and   lies, 

His  words  are  all  fincere  t 
He  guards  his  heart,  he  guards  his  eyes, 
To  kefp  his  confeer.ee  ciear. 

4  While  i  my  inward  guilt  fupprefi, 

No  quiet  ccu'd  i  find  ; 
Thy  wrath  I«y  burning  m  mybreafh, 
And  rack'd  my  tcrtur'd  mind. 

5  Then  I  confej^d  my  troubled  though  13, 

My  fecrer  firs  rev.ai  d  : 
Thy  parcpGinggrac?  ftyg aye  my  , faults, 
'i  by  grace  tny  pardon  feaPd. 

6  This  flidi1  invi  .  is  to  pray  ; 

When  Iks  a  raging  flood 
Temptations  rife,  our  (trength  2nd  (lay 
I?  ;i    .'  (  :jd. 


PSALM  XXXII.  69 

Psalm  32.  Part  1.   [L.  M  ] 

LEST  is  the  man,  for  ever  bled, 
Whofe  guilt  is  pardon'd  by  his  Godf 
Whole  fins  with  forrow  are  confefs'd, 
And  cover'd  with  his  Savior's  blood. 

2  Blefr.  is  the  man  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  not  his  iniquities  ; 

He  pleads  no  merit  of  reward, 
And  not  on  works,  but  grace  relies. 

3  From  guile  his  heart  and  lips  are  free  : 
His  humble  joy,  his  holy  fear, 

With  deep  repentance  well  agree, 
And  join  to  prove  his  faith  Hncere. 

4  How  glorious  is  that  righteoufnefs 
That  hides  and  cancels  all  his  fins  I 
While  a  bright  evidence  of  grace 
Thro'  his  whole  life  appears  and  mines. 

Psalm  32..  Part  2.   [L,  M.] 

1  TTl'THILE  I  keep  Slence  and  conceal 

V  V      My  heavy  guile  within  my  heart, 
What  torment  doth  my  confeience  kdf 
What  agonies  of  in  ward  fmart  ! 

2  I  fpread  my  (ins  before  the  Lord, 
And  all  my  fecret  fauhs  confefs  : 
Thy  rofpel  fpeaks  a  patd'ning  word, 
Thy  holy  fpirit  feals  the  gr?ce. 

3  For  this   fhai!  ev>y  humble  foul 
Make  fwift  addrdTss  to  thy  feat : 


7o         psalm  xxxi rr. 

When  floods  of  hu^e  temptations  roll, 
There  fha!l  they  find  a  bleft  retreat. 
4   How  fafe  beneath  thy  wir-gs  I  lie, 

When  days  grow  dark  and  dorms  appear ! 
And  when   t  walk,  thy  watchful  eye 
Shall  guide  me  fa^e  from  evVy  fnare. 

Psalm  i$.  Part  I.    [C.  M.] 

1  YJ   E  JO  ICE,  ye  righteous  in  the  Lord, 
£Sl.      This  work  belongs  to  you  : 

Sin?  of  his  name,  his  ways,  his  word, 
How   holy,  juft  and  true  ! 

2  His  mercy  and  his  righteouinefs 

Let  heay'n  and  earth  proclaim  : 
His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace 
Reveal  his  wond'rous  name. 

3  His  wildora  and  almighty  word 

The  heav'nly  arches  fpread  : 
And  by  the  fpirit  of  the  Lord 
Their  mining  hoils  were  made. 

4  He  bid  the  liquid  waters  flow 

To  their  ?p]  oiated  deep  ; 
The  flowing  Teas  their  limits  know, 
And   their  own  (tation  k.ep. 
c   Ye  tenants  of  the  fjweious  eanh, 
With  fear  before  him  (land  : 
He  funke,  and  nature  took  its  birth, 
And  rt(ls  on  his  command 
6   Re  fcorns  the  angry  nations5  rage, 
And  breads  their  vain  deil^os  j 


PSALM  XXXII F.  7 j 

His  counfel  Hands  through  every  age, 
And  in  full  glory  fhines. 


salm  33.     Part  2.      [C.  M  ] 

LEST  is  the  nation,  where  the  Lord 
Hath  fix'd  his  gracious  throne ; 
Where  he  reveals  his  heav'niy  word, 
And  calls  their  tribes  his  own. 
2  *His  eye  with  infinite  furvey 

Does  the  whole  world  behold  ; 
He  rbrm'c!  us  all  or  equal  clay, 
And  knows  our  feeble  mould. 
5   Kin£s  are  not  refcu'd  by  the  force 
Of  armies  from  the  grave  ; 
Nor  fpeed  nor  courage  of  an  horfe 
Can  the  bold  rderfave, 
j.  Vain  is  the  flrength  of  beads  or  men, 
To  hope  fcr  fafety  thence  ; 
But  holy  fouls  from  Gzd  ohtaia 
A  (Irona  and  fure  defence, 
;   God  is  their  fear,  and  God  their  tru  ft, 
When  plagues  and  famine  fpread  ; 
His  watchful  eye  fecures  thejuft, 
Amongft  ten  thoufand  dead, 
i  Lord,  let  our  hearts  in  thee  rejoice, 
And  blefs  us  from  thy  throne; 
For  v/e  have  made  thy  word  our  choice, 
And  truft  thy  grace  alone. 


72  PSALM^XXXIII. 

Psalm  33.     As  the  113th  Pfalm.     Part  i« 

1  "\7"E  holy  fouls,  in  God  rejoice,    [voice  ; 

Jl        Your  Maker's  praife  becomes  your 
Great  is  your  theme,  your  fongshe  new  : 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  word,  his  ways, 
His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace, 
How  wile  and  holy,  juft  and  true  ! 

2  Jurtice  and  truth  he  ever  loves, 

And   the  whole  earth  his  goodncfs  proves  ; 

His  word  the  heav'nly  arches  fpread  : 
How  wide  they  fhine  from  north  to  fouth  ! 
And  by  the  fpirlt  of  his  mouth 

Were  all  the  flarry  armies  made. 

3  Re  gathers  the  wide  flowing  feas 
(Thofe  wat'ry  treafures  know  their  place) 

In  the  vail  ftorehoufe  of  the  deep  ; 
He  fnake,  and  ga*'e  aii  nature  birth  ; 
And  fires,  and  Gas,  and  heav'n,  and  earth, 

Hie  everlafting  orders  keep. 

4  Let  morals  trembie  and  adore 
A  God  of  fuch  refiftlefs  pov/r, 

Nor  dare  indulge  their  feeble  rage  : 
Vain    are   your    thoughts,   and  weak  your 
But  his  eternal  counfel  (lands.        Thanes  ; 

And  rules  the  world  from  age  to  age. 

Fsalm  33.      As  the  113th  Pfalm.      Fart  2. 


o 


HAPPY  nation,  where  the  Lord 
Reveals  the  ireafure  of  his  word, 


PSALM  XXI.   XXI L  49 

Whilft  we  glad  fongs  ofpralfe  prepare 
For  thins  almighty   name. 

Psalth  2  1.    1—9.      [L.   M.] 
1    T*V  4VJD  rejoie'd  in  God  his  flreagth, 
JLJ'  Rais'd  to  the  throne  by  fpecial  grace, 
But  Chrift  the  Son  appears  at  Iengih, 
Fulfils  the  triumph  and  the  praife. 
3  How  great  is  the  Meffidh's  joy 
In  the  fa!va*ion  of  thy  hand  ! 
Lord,  thou  haft  rais'd  His  kingdom  high, 
And  giv'n  the  world  to  his  command. 

3  Thy  goodnefs  grants  whate'er  he  will, 
Nor  doth  the  lead  requeft  withhold  i 
Blefllngs  of  love  prevent  him  ftili, 
And  crowns  cf  glory,  not  of  gold, 

4  Honor  and  majeily  divine 
Around  his  £ic?ed  temples  fhine  : 
Bled:  with  the  favor  cf  thy  face, 
And  length  of  everlafiir.g  days. 

5  Thy  hand  (hail  find  cut  all  his  foes  ; 
And  as  a  fiery  oven  glows 

With  raging    heat,  and  living    coals* 
So  (hall  thy  wrath  devour  their  fouls. 

Psalm  22.   1  — 1&  Patt  1.  [C.  M.j 
3  *  "Y  IT  H  Y  has  my  God  my  fou!  forook? 
V  V      *  Nor  will  a  fnile  afford  V  f 
{Thus  David  once  in  anger  fpoke. 
And  thus  our  dying  Lord,) 
E 


So  PSALM  XXTl. 

2  Ti:o'  Ys   thy  chi?c  de%ht  to  dwel| 

Among  the  proiG^g  faints, 
Yet  thou  canft  hear  a  groan  as  w-;!!. 
And  pity  our  complaints. 

3  Qur    fathers  trufted  in  thj   t 

And  great    deWVrance  found  ; 

But  I'm  a  worm,   defpis'd  of  men. 

Ana  trodden  to  the  ground, 

4  Shaking  the  head  they  pafs  me  by, 

And  laugh  my  foul    to  fcorn  : 
*  In  vain  he  truth  in  God,'  they  cry, 
'  Ke'gie'eTed  and  forlorn.' 

5  But  thou  ari  he,  who  form  d  my  flefh 

By  thine  almighty  word  ; 
And  fince  I    hung  upon  thy  breaft 
My  hope  is  in  t!  e  Lord. 

6  Wi  y  will  my  father  hide  his  face, 

When  foes  Rand  threai'ning  rounds 
lo  the  dirk  hour  oi    deep  diftr.fs, 
And  not  a  he'.pei  found  ? 

PAUSE* 

*j  B  hold   thy  darling    left  amsng 
The  cruel  and  the  proud, 
As  bulls  of  Bafhan  fierce  and  ftrong, 
As  hens-  roaring  roiid. 

£   From  ear  h  and  he!!  my  forrows  meet, 
To  multiply  the  fmart  ; 
They  r.aii   try  hands,  they  pierce  my  feet, 
And  try  to  yea  my  bean. 


PSALM  XXII.  52 

9  Yet,   if  thy  fov'refgn   hand  let  Icofe 

The  rage  of  earth  and   he!!, 
Why  will  my  heav'nly  father  hruife 
The  Son   he  loves  (o  weH. 

10  My  Gol  if  poiTible  it  be, 

■    Withhold  this  bitter  cup  : 
But  I    refign  rsy   will    to    thee, 
And  drink    the  farrows   up. 

11  My   heart  diiToh'es  with  pa>gs  unknown, 

In  groans   I  wade  my  breath  ; 
Thy  heavy   hand  has  brought  me  down 
Low   as  the  duft  of  death. 

12  Father,   I  give  my  fpirit  up, 

And  trull    it  in  thy  hand  : 
My  dying   flem   flikil  reft  in  hope, 
And   rife  at  thy  eoniniarid. 

Psalm  22.  Verfe  20.  2r.  27-^-31. 
Part   2.      [C.    M] 

1  *  \"fQW  from  the  roaring  lion's  rage* 

±\     *  O  Lord,  piotecl  thy  Son  ; 
•  Nor  leave  thy    Barling  to  engage 
4  The  powars   of  hell   alone.' 

2  Thus  did   cur  fjfT'ring  Savior  pray, 

With  mighty  cries  and  tears  ; 
God  heard  him  in  that  dreadful  day, 
And  chas'd  away   his   fears, 

3  Great  was  the  victory   of  his  death* 

His  throne  exalted  high  ; 
And   all  the  kindreds  of  the  earth 
Shall  worfcio,  or  Hull  die. 


5*  PSALM  XXII. 

4  A   num'rous  offspring  mufl  arife 

From   his  expiring  groans  : 
They  (hall    be  reckon'd  in   his  eyes 
For  daughters  and  for  fens. 

5  The  roe^k  and  humble  fouls  fhali  fee 

His  table  richly  fpread  ; 
And  all  that  feek  the  Lord  (hall  be 

With  j^ys  immortcd  fed. 
5  The  Iflcs  fh^U  know  the  righteoufnefs 

Of  our  incarnate  God  ; 
And  rations  yet  unborn  profefs 

Salvation  in  his    blocd. 

Psalm  22.     [L,  M.3 

1    \TOW  let  our  mournful  fongs  record 
X^     The  dying  forrows  of  our  Lord, 
When  he  corr>p!i;in'd  ^n  tears  and  blood, 
As  cr.e  forf«4ktn  of  his  God. 

3  The  jews  beheld  him  thus  forlorn, 

And  fhock  iheir heads, and  laugh'd  inicornj 

*  Ke  refcu5d  others  from  the  grave, 

*  Now  let  him  try  bimfelf  :o  fave. 
3  *  This  is  the  man  did  once  pretend 

J  God  v?^  his  Father  and  his  friend  ; 
'  It  God  the  blviTd  lev'd  him  fo, 
v  Why  do\h  he  fail  to  help  him  now  V 
4.  Barbarous  pecp'e  !   cruel  priefrs  ! 

How  they  itcod  round  like  favage  bcalb  1 

Like  liens  gaping  to  devour, 

When  God  hsa  left  Kim  in  their  pbw'r. 


PSALM  XXI2I.  S3 

5  They  wound  his  head,  his  hands,  bis  feet, 
Til!  dreams  of  blood  each  other  meet  ; 
By  lot  his  garments  they  divide, 

And  mock  the  rsngs  in  which  he  dy'd. 

6  But  God,  his  Father,  heard  his  cry  : 
Rais'd  from  the  dead  he  reigns  on  high  ; 
The  nations  learn  his  rlghteoufhefs, 

.  And  humble  fianers  ta(h  his  grace. 

Psalm   23.     [L.  M] 

1  Ti /J  Y  Shepherd  is  the  living  Lord  2 
JjVJL  Now  fnali  my  wants  be  weii  fupply'd ; 
His  providence  and  holy  word 

Become  my  fafety  and  my  puide. 

2  In  padures  where  ialvation  grows 

Ke  makes  me  k$dt  he  makes  me  reft ; 
There  living  water  gently  flows, 
And  ail  the  food's  divinely  bk(\* 

3  My  wand'ring  feet  his  ways  mi  (lake, 
But  he  redores  my  foul  to  peace, 
And  leads  me,  for  his  mercy's  fake, 
To  the  fair  paths  of  righteoufbefs. 

4  Tho*  I  walk  thro'  the  gloomy  vale, 
Where  death  and  all  its  terrors  are, 
My  heart  and  hope  shall  never  fail, 
For  God  my  fhepherd's  with  me  there* 

5  Anndft  the  daiknefs  and  the  deeps, 
Thou  art  my  comfort,  thou  my  (lay  ; 

E  2 


54.  P&AiM  XXIII. 

Thy  Raff  fupports  my  feeble  (reps, 
Thy  «cd  dirties  my  doubtful  way, 

6  The  fens  of  earth  and  foos  of  hell 
Gaze  at  thy  goodnefs  and  repine 
To  lee  my  table  fpread  fo  we!! 
With  living  bread  and  cheerful  wins. 

7  [How  I  rejoice,  when  on  my  head 
Thy  Spirit  condescends  to  reft  ! 
'Tis  a  divine  annointtng,  {bed 
Like  oil  of  glad  ne  fs  at  a  feafli. 

8  Surely  the  mercies  of  the  Lord 
Attend  his  houfehold  all  their  jday^  ; 
'1  here  will  1  dwell  to  hear  his  word, 
To  feek  h,s  face  and  ling  his  praife.] 

Psalm  23.     £C.  M  ] 

1  "II  ^Y  Shepherd  will  fuppiy  rrvy  need,, 
JlVjL    Jehovah  is  his  nasfcle  ; 

jn  pafture  frefft  he  makes  roe  feed 
Beikle  the  i . v i n p  fiream. 

2  He  brings  my  wandYirtg  fpirit  back> 

When  I  foifake  h  s  ways  ; 
And  leads  n  e,  fur  his  mercy's  fake, 
lr.  paths  of  truth  and  grace. 

3  When  I  wa'k  thro'  the  ihades  of  deaths 

Thy  preftnee  is  my  Stay  ; 
A  word  of  thy  Supporting  bieath 
Drives  all  mv  feai  s  awrty. 

4  Thy  hand,  in  fuite  of  all  my  foes, 

l)oth  (till  my  table  fprsad  % 


PSALM  XXIIL  55 

My  cup  with  blefHngs  oversows, 
Thine  oil  annoints  my  heade 

5  The  fare  provifions  of  my  God 

Attend  me  all  my  days  ; 

O  may  thy  houfe  be  mine  ^bode. 
And  al!  my  work  be  prasfe. 

6  There  would  I  find  a  fettled  ref*8 

(While  others  go  and  come) 
No  more  a  Granger  or  a  gueft, 
But  like  a  child,  at  home. 

Psalm  23.      [S.  M.] 

1  r*|?fiJE  Lord  my   Shepherd  is, 

JL      I  Hiall  be  well  fupply'd  ; 

Since  he  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 

What  can  I  want  befide  ? 

2  He  leads  me   to   the  place 

Where    heav'nly  pailure  grows, 
Where   living  waters    gently  pafs* 
And  full  la  $  vat  ion  Sows. 

3  If  e'er   I  £0  aftray, 

He  doth  my  feui  reclaim, 
And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way, 
For  his  mod:  holy  name. 

4  While  he  affords  his  aid, 

I  cannot  yield    to  fear  ; 
TW  I  mould  wa'kthro'  death's  dark  {hade, 
My  Shepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  In  1 pite  of  all  my  foes 

Thou  daft  ny  table  f^z6  | 


56  .    PSALM  XXIV. 

My  cup  with  bleffings  overflows, 

And  joy  exahs  n  y  head. 
6  The  bounties  of  thy  love 

Shaii  crown   my  following  Jays  : 
Nor  from  thy  houfe  will  I  remove, 

Nor  ceafe  to  fyesk  thy  praife. 

Psalm  24.     [C.  Ml] 

1  npKE  earth  for  ever  13  the  Lord's, 

JL      With   Adam's  num'rous  race; 
He  rais'd   its  arches  o'er  the  floods, 
And  built  it  00  the  leas. 

2  But  who  among  the  fons  of  men 

May  vilit  thine  abode  ? 
He  that  haih  hands   from  mi fchief  clean, 
Whofe  heart  is   right  with  God. 

3  This  is  the  man  may  life  and  take 

The  btt  flings  of  his  grace: 
Ti  is  is  the  lot  of  thofe  that   fcek 

The  God  of  Jacob's  face. 
4.  Now  let  our  foul's    immortal  pow'rs 

To 'in-set  the   Lord  prepare; 
Lift  up  their  everlalfcing  doors, 

The   King  of  Glory's  near. 
5  The  King  of  Glory  !   Who  can  tell 

The  wonders  of  his  might  ? 
He  rules  the  nations;    but  to  dwell 

With  faints  is  bis  delight. 


PSALM  XXIV.  5$ 

Psalm  24.     [L.  M.] 

THIS  fpacious  earth  is  al!  the  Lord's,, 
And  men,  and  worms,  and  beaQi 
and  birds, 
He  raised  the  building  on  the  feas, 
And  gave  it  for  their  dwelling  place. 
But  there's  a  brighter  world  on  high* 
Thy  palace,  Lord,  above  the  flcy  ; 
Who  (hail  afcend  that  bkft,  abode, 
And  dwtll  (0  near  his  Maker,   God  ? 
Ke  that  abhors  and  fears  to  fin, 
Whofe  heart  is  pure,  whofe  hands  are  dea3„ 
Him  {hall  the  Lord,  ;he  Savior  blefs. 
And  clothe  his  foul  with  righteoufneisc 
Thefe  are  the  m?n,  the  pious  race, 
That  feek  the  God  of  Jacob's  face  ; 
Thefe  /hall  enjoy  the  b!ifsrul  fight$ 
And  dwell  in  ever'ading  light, 

pause. 
Rejoice,  ye  fhining  worlds  on  high* 
Behold  the  King,   of  Glory   nigh  1 
Who  can  this  King  of  Glory  be  ? 
The  mighty  Lord,    the  Savior's  he. 
Ye  heav'nly  ga*es,  your  kaves  a  fplay, 
To  make  the  Lord  the  Savior  way  : 
Laden  with    fpoils  from  earth- and    hell, 
The  conqu'ror  con  es,  with  God  to  dwell. 
Rais'd  from  the  dead,  he  goes  before, 
He  opens  htavVs  eteraal  daorf 


53  P3ALM  XXV. 

To  give  his  Taints  a  blefr.  abode. 

Near  their  Redeemer,   arid  their    God. 


Psalm  25.    1  —  n.   Part  !.   [3.  M.] 

LIFT  my  foul  ro  God, 
My  trud  is  in  his  name  : 
Let  nor  my  foes  that  f?ek  my  blood 
Still  triumph  in  my  fname. 
2   Sin  and  the  pow'rs  cf  hell 
Perfuade  me  to  defpair  ; 
Lord,     make    me    know     thy    cov'nani 
we!!, 
That  I  rray  'fcape  the  fnare. 
5   From  the  firft  dawning  iigh':, 
Til!  the  dark  evening  rife, 
For  thy  G!  vat  ion,  Lord,  I  wait, 
With  ever  longing  eyes. 

4  Remember  all  thy  grace, 

And  lead  me  in  thy  truth  ; 
Forgive   the  fins  of  riper  days, 
And  follies  of  my  youth. 

5  The  Lord  is  juft  anJ  kind  ; 

The  meek  (hail  learn  his  ways  ; 
And   ev'ry  humble  fmner  find 
The    methods  of  ris  grace. 

6  For  his  own  goodnefs  fake 

He  faves  my  Lu\  from   fliame  : 
He  pardons  (though   my  guile  be  great) 
Thro'  my  Redeemer's  name. 


PSALM   XXV, 


59 


Psalm  25.    I  2,  14,  ic,  13,  Part  2.  [3.  M] 

HERE  (haH  the  man;be  found 
1  hat  fears  t'  offend  his  God  ; 
That  loves  the  gofpei's  joyful  found, 

And  trembles  at  the  rod  ? 
The  Lord   {hail   make  him  know 

The  fecrets  of  his    heart, 
The  wonders  cf  his  cov'nant  (hew, 

And  ail  his  love  impart. 
The  dealings   of  his  hand 

Are  truth  and  mercy  (till* 
With  fuch   as    to  his  cov'nant  (larcd, 

And  love  to  do  his  will. 
Their  fouls  (hall   dwell  at   eafe 

Before  their    Makers'  face. 
Their  feed  (hall  tafte   the  promifes 

la  their  extenfive  grace. 


Psalm  25.   15 — 22.  Part  3.   [S, 

INE  eyes  and  my  defire 
Are  ever  to  the  Lord  ; 
1  love  to  plead  h's  promifes, 

A*nd  red  upon  his  word. 
Turn,  turn  thee  to  my  fou!  ; 
Bring  thy  falmion  near  : 
When  will  thy  hand  reltafe  my  feet 

Out  of  the  deadly  fnare  ? 
When  (h£jj  the  fuv'reign  grace 


Of  my  for 


iving  God 


M.J 


So  PSALM  XXVI. 

Reftcre  me  from  tlofe  dang'rous  ways 
My  war.  i'ring  feet  have  trod  ? 

4  The  tumult  of  my  thoughts 

Doth  but  en'arge  my  woe  : 
My  fpirit  languages,  my  heart 
Is  cefo'ate  and  low. 

5  With  ev'ry  morning  light 

My  f  >rrow  new  begins  : 
Look  on  my  anguifhand  rry  pain* 
And  pardon  all  my  fins, 

PAUSE. 

6  Behold  the  bolls  of  hell! 

How  cruel  is  their  hate  ! 
Againft  my  life  they  rife,  and  jok> 

Their  fury  with  deceit. 
1  O  !  keep  my  foul  from  death, 

Nor  put  my  hope  to  fhame  ; 
For  I  have  plac  d  my  cn!y  truft 

In  my  Redeemer's  name. 
8  Wi'h  humble  fdi'h  I  wait 

To  fee  thy  face  again  ; 
Of  Ifrael  it  (hall  ne'er  be  faid, 

4  fie  fought  the  Lord  in  vain." 

Psalm  z6.     [L.  M.] 

i    JUDGE  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my 
J  ways, 

And  try  my  reins,  and  try  my  heart ; 
My  faith  upon  thy  promife  ftays, 
Nor  from  ;hy  law  my  ieet  depart. 


PSALM  XXXIV.  73 

And  Builds  his  church,  his  earthly  throne! 
His  eye  the  heathen  world  furveys, 
He  form* d  their  hearts,  he  knows  their  ways  ; 

But  God  their  Maker  is    unknown. 

2  Let  kings   rely  upon  their  hofts, 

And  of  his  firength  the  champion   boaft  ; 

In  vain   they  boafr,  in  vain  rely: 
In  vain  we  truft  the  brutal   force, 
Or  fpeed,  or  courage  of  an  horfe, 

To  guard  his  rider  or  to  fly. 

3  The  eye  of  thy  ccmpaflion,  Lord, 
Doth  more  fecure  defence  afford, 

When  death  or  dangers  threat'ning&andj 
Thy  watchful  eye  preferves  the  juff, 
Who  make  thy  name  their  fear  and  trail, 

When  wars  of  famine  walls  the  land, 

4  In  ficknefs,  or  the  bloody  field, 
Thou  our  phyfkian,  thou  our  fhield, 

Send  us  falvation  from  thy   throne: 
We  wait  to  fee  thy  good  nets  fh'ne  ; 
Let  us  rejoice  in  help  divine, 

For  all  our  hope  is  God  alone. 

Psalm  34.    Part   1.   [L,  M.j 

ORD,  I  will  blefs  thee  all   my  days, 
Thy    praife    fhall  dwell    upon   ray 
tongue  : 
My  foul    (hall  glory  in  thy  grace, 
While  faints  rejoice  to  hearth-  fo.io 
G 


74  PSALM  XXXIV, 

2  Come,  minify  the  Lord  wrh  me  ; 
Come,  let  us  all   exa't  his  name: 

I  fought  tV   eternai  God*  and    be 
Hath  not  expos'd  my  hope  to  (hame. 

3  I  told  him  ail   my   [tent  prief, 

My  iecret  groaning   reaclvd  his  ears  ; 
He  gave  my  inward  pains  relief, 
And  caim'd    t\;e  tumult  of  my  Pars. 

4  To  him  the  poor  life  up  their  eyes, 
With  heav'nly  joy  thtir    faces  thine; 
A  beam   of  mercy  from  the  fides 
Fills  them 'with  Hght   and  joy  divine, 

5  His  holy  angei$  pitch  '.heir  tents 
Around  the  men  that  ferve  the  Lord  : 
O  f^ar  and  love  him  ail    y?  faints, 
Tafteor  i  is    grace  and   trail  his    word  ! 

6  The  wild  young  lions,  p'nch'd  with  pajn 
And    hunger,   roar  thro*  ?'!  the  wood  ; 

-  none  (hall  feek  the  Lord  in  vain, 
Nor  want  iupplies  of  re*!  good. 

Psalm  34.  Ver.  1 1 — 22.   Part  2.  [L.  M-] 

1  /""i  HI  LB  REN;  in  yeais  and  knowledge 
%_S  young, 

Your  parents'  hope,  ycur  parents'  joy, 
Attend   the   counfels  of  my  tongue  ; 
Let  pious  thoughts  your  minds  employ-. 

2  If  you  dtfir;    a  length  of  days, 

And  peace  to  crown  your  mortal  Hate, 


PSALM  XXXIV.  75 

Reft  rain  your  feet  from  impious  ways. 
Your  lips  from  fhnder   and  deceit, 

3  The  eyes  of  God  regard  his  fain.t?9 
His  ears  are  open  to  their  cries  ; 
H?  fets  his  frowning  face  agaiufl 
The  fons  of  violence,  and  lies. 

4  To  humble  fouls  and   broken  hearts* 
God    wftfi    his  grace  is  ever  nigh  ; 
Pardon  and  hope  his  love  imparts, 
When  men  in  deep  contrition  lie. 

5  He  tells  their  tears,  he  counts  their  groans, 
His  Son  redeems  their  fouls  from  dea.h  ; 
His  Spirit  hea4s  their  broken  bones, 
They  in  his  praife  employ  their  breath. 

Psalm  34    Ver.  i.— -io.     Part.i.    [CM] 

1  T'LL  bltfs  the   Lord  from  day  to  day  ; 
JL    How  good  are   all  his    ways  ! 

Ye  humble    f::u!s  that  ufe  to  pray, 
Come,  help  my  iips  to  pra'fe. 

2  Sing  to  the   honor  of  his  name, 

Jriow  a  poor   fufPrer   cr/6  ; 
Nor  was  his  hope  expos'd    to  fhame, 
Nor  was  his   fuit  deiy'd. 

3  When   threatming  for  rows  round  me  flood, 

And  endle     ;fears  arcfc, 
Like  the  loud  billows  of  a  flood, 
Redoubling  ail  my  woes  ; 

4  I  tohd  the  Lord  my  fore  di'trefs, 

With  heavy  groans  aad  tears  ; 


70  PSALM  XXXIV. 

He  nave   my  fharpeft  torments  eafe, 
And  fileoc'd  all  my  fears. 
pause. 

5  [O  unners  !  come  and  tafre  his  love, 

Come,  learn  his  pleafant  ways, 
And  let  your  own  experience  prove 
The  fweetnefs  of  his  grace. 

6  He  bids  his  angels  pitch  their  tents 

Round  where  his  children  dwell, 
What  ills  their  heav'nly  care  prevents 
No  earthly  tongue  can  teli.j 

7  [O  love  the  Lord,  ye  faints  of  his  ! 

His  eye  regards  the  juft  : 
How  richly  blefs'd  their  portion  is 

Who  make  the  Loid  their  truft ! 
3  Young  liens,  pinch'd   with  hunger,  roar, 

And  fa.mifli  in  the  wood  : 
But  God  fuppiies  ris  holy  poor 

With  every  needful  good  3 

Psalm  34.  Ver.  11— 12.  Part  2.   [CM,] 

1  ^lOME,    children,   learn   to    fear  the 
\_v  Lord  : 

And  that  your  days  be  long, 
Let  not  a  falfe  or  fpiteful  word 
Be  found  upon  your  tongue. 

2  Depart  from  ihifchicf,    practice  love, 

Purfue  the  works  of  peace, 
So  ihall  the  Lord  your  ways  approve, 
And  fct  your  fouls  at  cafe. 


PSALM  XXXV.  77 

3  H!s  eyes  awake  to  guard  the  juft, 

His  ears  attend  their  cry  ; 
When  broken  fprrits  d"wefl  in  dtr&, 
The  Gcd  of  grace  is  nigh. 

4  "What    though     the    forrows     here    they 

tafte 
Are  (harp  and  tedious  too, 
The  Lord  who  faves  them  all  at'laft, 
Is  their  fupporter  now. 

5  Evil  fhal!  fmite  the  wicked  dead  | 

But  God  fecures  his  own, 
Prevents  the  mifchief  when  they  fiide? 
Or  heals  the  broken  bone. 

6  When   defo'ation    like   the  flood 

O'er  the  proud   finner  rol)s, 
Saints  find  a  refuge  in   their  God, 
For  he    redeem'd    their  fouls. 

Psalm  35.  Ver.  1—9      Part    1.  [C.  M.] 

1  VTOW  plead  my  caufe,  almighty  God, 
XN       With  all  the  fons  of  ftrife  ; 
iind   fight   againft  the  men  of  blood? 

Who  fight  againft  my  life. 

2  Draw  out  thy  fpear  and  flop  their  way, 

Lift  thine  averaging  rod  ; 

But  to  my  foal  in  mercy  fay, 

*  1  am  thy  Savior  God.8 

3  They  piant  their  fnares  to  c??ch  my  feet, 

And  nsis  of  mifchief  fjscead  j 

a  7. 


78  PSALM  XXXV. 

Flunge  the  deftroyers  in  the  pit 
That  their  own  hands  have  made. 

4  Let  fogs  and  darknefs  hide  their  way, 

And   flipp'ry   be  their  ground; 
Thy  wrath  mall  make  their  lives  a  prey, 
And   all  their  rage  confound. 

5  They  fly  like  chaff  before  the  wind, 

Before  thine  angry  breath  ; 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  behind 
Purfues  them  down   to  death. 

6  They  love  the  road  that  leads  to  hell  ; 

Then  let  the  rebels  die, 
Whcfe  malice  is  implacable 
Againft  the  Lord  on  high. 

7  But  if  thcu  had;  a  chofen  few 

Amongft:  that  impious   race, 
Divide  then  from  the  bloody  crew, 
By  thy  furprifing  grace. 

8  Then  will    I   raife  my  tuneful  voice, 

To  make  thy  wonders  known  : 
In  their  laivation  I'll  rejo'.c?, 
And   bSefs  thee  for  my  own. 

Psalm  35-Ver.  12—14,  Part  2.   [C.  M.] 
EHCLD!  the  love,  the  gen'rous  love, 
That  holy  David  ihows  : 
ri-rk,  how  his  founding  bowels  move 
To  his  afrlicled  foes  ! 
2  When  they  are  lick,  his  foul  complains, 
And  feems  to  fee;  thefmart : 


PSALM  XXXVI.  79 

The  fpirit  oFthe  gofpei  reigns, 
And  melts  his  pious  heart. 

3  How  d  d  his  flowing  tears  condole^, 

As  for  a  brother  dead  ! 
And  farting  mortify'd  his  fouf, 
While  for  their  life  he  pray'd. 

4  They  groan'd,  and  curs'd  him  on  their  bed. 

Yet  dill  he  pleads  and  mourns  ; 
And  doub'e  bleffings  on  his  head 
The  righteous  God  returns. 

5  O  glorious  type  of  heav'nly  grace  I 

Thus  Chrift  the  Lord  appears  : 
While  Sinners  curfe,  the  Savior  prays, 
And  pities  thera  with  tears. 

6  He,  the  true  David  ;  Ifr'el's  king, 

Bieftandhelov'd  of  God, 
To  fave  us  rebels,  dead  in  fin, 
Paid  his  own  deareft  blood. 

Psalm  36.    Ver.  5 — 9.     [L.  M.j 

i   IT  IGH  in  the  heav'ns,  eternal  God  ! 
JljL     Thy  goodnefs  in  full  glory   mines. 
Thy  truth  (hall  break  thro'  ev'ry  cloud, 
That  veils  and  darkens  thy  defigns. 

2  For  ever  firm  thy  jufUce  ftands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep  j 
Wife  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands  ; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep, 

3  Thy  providence  is  kind  and  large, 
Both  man  and  beaft  thy  bounty  fiare  5 


So  PSALM  XXXVI. 

The  whole  creation  {$  \\  y  charge, 
But  fiinrs  are  thy  peculiar  care. 

4  My  God  !  haw  exc  -:len    thy  grace, 
Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort    iprings  ! 
The  fons  of  Adam  in  dillrefs 

X*'Iy  to  the  fhadow  of  d^.y  wings. 

5  Fjor-i  the  provisions  or thy  houfe, 
We  fbaH  be  fed  with  ftte;  t  repaft  ; 
There  mercy  like  a  is  er  flows, 
And  brings  faivation  to  our  tafie. 

6  Life,  iike  a  fountain  rich  and  free, 
Springs  from  the  prefence  of  my  Lord, 
And  in  thy  1  ght  our  fouls  mail  fee 
The  glories  promis'd  ia  thy  word. 

Psalm  36      1,  2,  5,  6,  7,  9.   [C.  MJ 

!    ~\~KT  HILE   men  grow  bold  in  wicked 
•      v.V      And  yet  a  God  they  own,  [ways, 
Mv  heart  within  me  often  fays, 

4  Their  thoughts  btlitve  there's  none,' 

2  Their  thoughts  and  ways  at  once  declare 

(  Whate'^r   their  I  ps  proofs,) 

God  hath  no  wrath  for  them  to  fear, 

*  Nor  will  they  feek  his  grace.* 

3  Whatftrange  f?lf  fhtt'ry  blinds  their  eye?  ! 

But  here's  no  haft'ning  hear. 
When  they  (hall  fee  with  fore  furprife 
The  terrors  of  thy  pow'r. 

4  Thy  juitice  mail  maintain  its  throne, 

Tr.o'  mountains  melt  away  ; 


psalm  xxxvr: 

Thy  judgments  are  a  world  unknown, 
A  deep  unfathomM  Tea 
5   Above  thefe  heav'ns  created  rounds, 
Thy  mercies,  Lord,  extend  : 
Thy  truth  outlives  the  narrow  bounds 
Where  time  and  nature  ends. 
5  Safety  to  man  thy  goodnefs  brings, 
Nor  overlooks  the  beafr  : 
Beneath  the  fhadow  of  thy  wings 
Thy  children  choofe  to  reft. 

7  [Front  thee,  when  creature  flreamsrun  i< 

And  mortal  comforts  die, 
Perpetual  fprings  of  life   mail  flow, 
And  raife  our  pieafures  high. 

8  Tho'  all  created  light  decay, 

And  death  ciofe  up  our  eyes* 
Thy  prefence  makes  eternal  day, 
Where  clouds  can  never  rife.} 

Psalm  36.  Ver.  1—7.    [S.  M.] 

1  "TTCTHEN  man  grows  bold  In  fin* 

VV        My  heart   within  me  cries, 
*  He  hath  no  faith  of  God  within, 
*  Nor  fear  before  his  eyes.' 

2  [He  walks,  a  while  conceal'd, 

In  a  felf-flatt3ring  dream, 
Till  his  dark  crimes,  at  once   reveal'd* 
Expofe  his  hateful  name  ] 

3  His  heart  is  falfeand  foul, 

His  words  are  fmooih  aad  fair  | 


PSALM  XXXVII. 


Wifdrm  is  bani/h'd  from  his  foul, 
And  leaves  no  goodnefs  there. 

4  H    plots  upon  his  bed, 

New  mifchiefs  to  fulfil: 
He  f.  ts  his  I  cart,  his  hand  and  head, 
To  practice  a'l  that's  ill. 

5  But  there?s  a  dreadful  God, 

Tho*  men  renounce  his  fear  ; 
His  ju'iice,  hid  behind  the  cicud, 
Shall  one  rreat  day  appear. 

6  His  truth  tranfcer.ds  the  fky  ; 

In  heav'n  his  rn-rcies  dwell  ; 
Deepa9  the  {ea  his  judgments  tie, 
His  anger  barns  to  hell. 

7  How  excellent  bis  love, 

Whence  all  our  fafcty  fprings  ! 
O  never  let  my  foul  remove 
From  underneath  his  wings. 

Psalm  37.  Ver  t— -15.  Part  1.    [C.  M,] 

1  \  ~KJ  HY  (hould  I  vex  my  foul,  and  fret 

\  V        To  fee  the  wicked  rife  } 
Or  envy  finners  waxing  great 
By   violence  and   lies  ? 

2  As  flow'ry  grafs,  cut  down  at  noon, 

Before   the   ev'ning  rades, 
So  (hail  their  glories  vanim  foon 
In    everlaft.ng  (hades. 

3  Then  let  me  make  the  Lord  my  truft, 

An<3  prauice  ail  that's   good, 


PSALM  XXXVIT.  $3 

So  {hall   I    dwell  among  the  juft, 
And  he'll  provide    me   food. 

4  I  to  my  God   my  ways  commit, 

And  cheerful  wait   tas   will  : 
Thy  hand  which  f  uidcs    my  doubtful  feet, 
Shall    my    defires    fulfil, 

5  Mine  innocence  (halt  thou  difp'ay, 

And  make  thy  judgments  known, 
Fair  as  the  light  or  dawning  day, 
And  glorious  as   the  noon 

6  The  meek,  at  laft,   the  eanh  pciTcfs, 

And   are  the   heirs  of  heav'n  , 
True  riches,  with  abundant  pe^ce, 
To  humble  fouls  are  giv'n. 

PAUSE. 

f   Reft  in  the   Lord  and  k?ep  his  way, 
Nor  let  your  an^er  rife, 
Tho'  Providence  iliou'd   long  delay 
To   punifh  haughty  \\ce. 
&   Let   finners  join   to   break  your  pesee, 
And  plot,  and  rage,  and  foam  ; 
The  Lord  derides   them,  for  he  fees 
Their  day  of  vengeance  come. 
9  They  have  drawn  out  the  threat'ning  fword, 
Have   bent  their    mutd'rous   bow, 
To  flay  the  men  that  fear  the  Lord, 
And   bring  the  righteous   Sow. 
io  My  God  fiiall  break  their  bows?  ana  burs 
Their  persecuting  darts  ; 


84  PSALM  XXXVII. 

Shall  their   own  fwords  again  ft  them  turn 
And  pain   furprife   their  hearts. 

Fsalm  37.  Ver.  16,   2i,  26 — 3r.  Part  2. 
[C.  M.j 

1  "TXT^Y  ^°  *l^e  wealthy  wicked  boaft, 

V  V      And  grow  profanely  bold  ? 
The  meaneft  portion  of  the  ju(l 
Excels  the  Tinner's  gold, 

2  The  wicked  borrows  of  his  friends, 

But  ne'er  defigns  to  pay  ; 

The  faint  is  merciful  and  lends, 

Nor  turns  the  poor  away. 

3  His  alms  with   lib'ral   heart  he  gives 

Amcngfr.   the  fons  of  need  j 
His  mem'ry  to  long  ages  lives,, 
And    blelTed  is  his  f;ed. 

4  His  lip?  abhor  to  talk  profane, 

To   flander   or  defr-iud  ; 
His  ready  tcngue  declares  to  men, 
What    ha  has    learn'd  of  God, 

5  The  law  and  gofpel  of  the  Lord 

Deep   in  his  heart   abide  ; 

Led  by  the  fpiri:  and  the  word, 

His   feet  (hall  never  Aide. 

6  When    tinners  fall,   the  righteous  (land, 

Preferv'd  from   ev'ry  (nare  ; 
They  mail  pofTefs  the  promis'd  land, 
And  dwell  for  ev:r  there. 


PSALM  XXXVII.  S$ 

Psalm  37.  Ver.  23—37.  Part  3.   [C.  M  ] 

1  T\/rY  God,  the  fteps  of  pious  men 
IS/a.    Are  order' d  by  thy  will  ; 
Tho'  they  (houid  faii,  they  rife  again, 

Thy  hand  fupports  them  (till. 

2  The  Lord  delights  to  fee  their  ways. 

Their  virtue   he  approves  : 
He'll  ne'er  deprive  them  of  his  grace, 
Nor  leave   the  men  he  loves. 

3  The  heav'nly  heritage   is   theirs, 

Their  portion  and  their  home  : 
He  feeds  th:m  now,  and  makes  them  heirs 
Of  bldlings  long   to  come. 

4  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  fons  of  men, 

Nor  fear  when  tyrants    frown  ; 

Ye  mail  contefs  their  pride  was  vain, 

When  juittce  calls  them  down, 

PAUSE. 

5  The  haughty  (Inner  have  I  feen, 

Not  fearing  man  nor  God, 
Like  a  tall  bay  tree  fair  and  green, 
Spreading    bis  arms  abroad. 
6.  And  io  j  be  vanifn'd  from  the  ground, 
Defiroy'd   by  hands  unfeen  j 
Nor  root,  nor  branch,  nor  leaf  was  fojadj 
Where  all  that   pride  had  been. 
7   But  mark  the  man  of  righteoufnefs, 
His  fev'ral  fteps  attend ; 
H 


86  PSALM  XXXVIII. 

True  plcafure  rurs  thro'  all  his  ways, 

And  peaceful  is    his  end. 

Psalm  38.      [C.   M.] 

J      A    MIDST  thy  wrath  remember  love  £ 
jljL    Ivcilore  thy  fervant,   Lord  ; 
Nor  let  a  father's  crad'nihg  prove 
Like  an   aven  er's  f.vord. 

2  Thine  arrows  Hie!;  within  my  hearty 

My  flefli  is   lor  ly  pre  ft  : 
Between  the  fonow  end  the  /mart 
My  fpirit  fhds  no  reft. 

3  My  fins  a  heavy  load   appear, 

And  o'er   n.y  head  are  gone; 
Too  heavy  they  for  me  to  btar, 
Too  hard  for  me  t'atone. 

4  My   thoughts  are  like  a  troubled  fea, 

My  head  {till  bending  down  ; 
And  1  go  mourning  all  the  day, 
Beneath  my   father's  ft  own. 

5  Lord,  I  am  weak,  and   broken  fore, 

None  of  my  pow'rs  are  whole  ; 
The  inward  anguifb  makes  me  roar, 
The  angu  fh  of  my  foul. 

6  All  my  defire  to  thee  U  known, 

Thine  eye  counts  ev'ry  tear  ; 
And  ev'ry  figh,   and  ev'ry  groan 
Is  noue'd  by  thine  ear 

7  Thou  art  my  God,  my  only  hope; 

My  God  will  hear  me  cry, 


Psalm  xxx::c,  s? 

Mv   G6i   will  b?ar  ^y  fpirit  up, 

When   K,kif'  bids  riie  die, 
3    [My  f oot  is  erer  apt  to  Aide, 
My  f;es    tjoice  to  fee  ?t  ; 
Thi  7     tife  their  pieafure  and  their  pride 
n  thry  fuppfant  my  feet, 
g  111  confcfs   my  guilt  to  thee, 

And  grieve  for  al!  my  (in  ; 
Til  mourn  how  weak  my  graces   be, 
And  beg  fupport  divine, 
ro  My   God,  forgive  my  follies  pail, 
And  be    for  ever  nigh  ; 
O  Lord   of  my  fa'vaMon,  hafte, 
Before  thy  Bryant  die  !  j 

Psalm  39    Ver.  i,  2,  3/ Part  t.   [C.  M.] 

1    r-wn  BUS  I  refold  b^fcre  the  Lord, 
*  Now  will  I  watch  my  tongue. 


*  Left    I  let  fiip  one  fi  ;  u 


v.  ore 


•  Or  do  my  neighbor  wron    ' 

2  And  if  I'm, e'er  cooi'lrai.n'd   to  flay 

Wnh  men  of  lives  profane, 
I'll   fet  a  double  guard   that  day* 
Nor  let  my   talk  be  vain. 

3  III  fcarce  allow  my  lips  to  fpeak 

The   pious  thoughts    I  fee!. 
Left  fcoffers  ffi'ould   thJ  occafion  take 
To    meek  my  holy  zeal, 

4  Yet   if  fome  proper  hour  appear, 

I'll  nst  be  qvsr.aw'd, 


88  PSALM  XXXIX. 

But  let  the  fccffinp  {loner  hear 
That  I  can  fpeak  for  God. 


Psalm  39.  Ver.  4 — 10.    Part  2.  [C.  M.] 

1  np*  EACH  me  the  meafure  of  my  days, 

JL      Thou  Maker  of  my  frame  i 
I  would    futvey  life's  narrow  fpace, 
And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 

2  A  fpan   is  all  that  we  can  boaft, 

An  inch  or  two  of  time  ; 
Man  is  but  vanity  and  duft 
I«  all  his    flow'r  and  prime. 

3  See  the  vain   race  of  morta's  move, 

Like  fliadows  o'er  ihe  plain  ; 
They  rage  and  flrire,  defire  and  love, 
But  ail  their    noife  is  vain. 

4  Seme  walk  in  honor's  gaudy  {how, 

Some  dig  for  golden  ere  ; 
They  toil  for  heirs,  they  know  not  who, 
And   (Iraight  are  feen  no  more. 

5  What  (tould.I  vim  or  wa:t  for  then, 

From  creatures,    earth  and  du(t  ? 
They  make  cur  expectations  vain, 
And  cifappoint  our  truft. 

6  Now  I    forbid  my  carnal  hope, 

My  fond  defjres  recall  ; 
I  five  my  mortal  intVeft  up, 
And  make  my  God  my  ail. 


PSALM  XXXIX,  89 

Psalm  39.    Ver.  9— 13.   Part  3.   [CM-] 

1  f^\  OD  of  my  life,  look  pentiy  down, 
\JW    Behold  the  pains  I  fed  ; 

But  I    am  dumb  before  thy  throne, 
Nor  dare  difpute  thy  wi;l. 

2  Difeafes  are  thy  fervants,   Lord  ; 

Trey  come  at  thy  command  : 

I'll  not  attempt   a  murrrrring   wcrd 

A  gain  ft  thy  chaii'ntng  hand. 

3  Yet   I  may  plead  with  humble  cries, 

*  Remove  thy  fnarp  rebukes  ;' 
My  ftrength  confumes,  my    fpirit  dies, 
Through   thy  repeated  (irokes. 

4  Cruih  d  as  a  moth  beneath  thy  hand, 

We   moulder   to  the  dufr  ; 
Our  feeble  pow'rs  can  ne'er  withdand, 
And  all  our  beauty's  loft, 
'5    [This  mortal  life  decays  apace  ; 
How  foon  the  bubb'e's  broke  ! 
Adam,  and  ail  his  nu-oVous  rac? 
Are  vanity  and  (moke: 

6  I  si  but  a  fijourner  below, 

As  ah  my  fathers  were  s 
May    I    be   well   prepar'd  to  go 
When   I   the  fummons  hear. 

7  But    if  my  life  be    fpar'd   a  while, 

Bcf-ire   my  laft  remove, 
Thy  rraife,  (hall   be  my  bufinefs  ftiif, 
/ind   I'll  declare  thy  Jove.l 
H  2 


90  PSALM  XL. 

Psalm  40    Ver    1,  2,  3,  >,  17.    Part  I. 
[C.  M  J 

1  T  WAITED  patient   for  the  Lord, 
_|_       He  bovv'd  to  hear  my  cry  : 

Pie  faw  me  refttn^  on  his  word, 
And  brought  falvation  nigh. 

2  He  rais'd  me  from  a  horrid  pit, 

Where  mourning  Ion?  I  lay  ; 
Ard  from  my  bonds  releas  d   my  feet, 
Deep  bonds  of  miry  clay. 

3  Firm  on  a  rock  he  made  me  (land, 

And  taught  my  cheerful  tonaue 
To  ptaife  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 
In  a  new  thankful  fong. 

4  I'll  fpread  his  works  of  grace  abroad  5 

The  faints  with  joy  (hall  hear, 
And  finners  learn  to  m  ke  my  God 
The  r  only  hope  and  fear. 

5  How  many  are  thy  thoughts  of  love  ! 

Thy  mercies,  Lord,  how  great  ! 
We  have  rot  words,  nor  hours  enough, 
Their  numbers  to  repeat. 
5  When  I'm  -fflicled,  poor  and  low, 
And  lipht  and  peace  depart, 
My  God  beholds  my  heavy  woe, 
i\nd  bears  me  on  his  heart. 

Psalm    40.  6—9     Par  2.   [C.  M.] 
rpHDS  faith   the  Lord,  *  Your  vork  is 
JL    '  Give  your  burnt-ofPnngs  o'er,  [vain, 


PSALM  XL.  91 

1  In  dying  goats  and  bullccks  flam 
«  My  foul  delights  no  more.' 

2  Then  fpake  the  Savior,  *  Lo  I'm  here, 

4  My  God,  to  do  thy  will  ; 
«  Whate'er  thy  tacred  books  declare, 
«  Try  fervant  mall  fulfil. 

3  '  Thy  law  is  ever  in  my  fight, 

'  I  keep  it  near  my  heart ; 
'  Mine  ears  are  open'd  with  delight 
'  To  what  thy  lips  impart  ' 

4  And  fee,  the  bled  Redeemer  comes  ! 

Th5  eternal  Son  appears  ! 
And  at  th'  appointed  time  affumes 
The   body  God  prepares  .' 

5  Much  he  reveai'd  his  Father's  grace, 

And  much  his  truth  he  fhew'd, 
And  preach'd  the  way  of  right eoufnefs, 
Where  great  afiemblies  (tood. 

6  His  Father's  honor  touch3d  his  heart, 

He  pity'd  finntrs'  cries, 
And,  to  fulfil  a  Savior's  part, 
Was  made  a  facnfice. 

PAUSE. 

7  No  blood  of  beafts  on  altars  fhed 

Could  waih  the  confcience  clean  ; 
But  the  rich  facnfice  he  paid 
Atones  for  all  our   fin. 

8  Then  was  the  great  falvation  lpread? 

And  Satan  s  kiDgdona  (hook  5 


92  PSALM  XL. 

Thus  by  the  woman's  promis'd  feed, 
The  ferpent's  head  was  broke. 

Psalm  40.    Ver  5 — 10.  [L.  M.] 
t    ^T^HE   wonders,  Lord,    thy   love  has 

X  WTOUght, 

Exceed  or>r  praife,  furmount  cur  thought  ; 

Should  I  attempt  the  long  derail, 

My  fpeech  would  faint    my  numbers  fail. 

2  No  blood  of  beafls  on  altars  fpiit 

Can  cleanfe  the  fouhs  of  men   from  guilt  j 
But  tbcu  hall  let  before  our  eyts 
An  all-fufficient  facrifice. 

3  Lo  !  thine  eternal  Son  appears  i 
To  thy  dcfigns  he  bows  his  ears  j 
A  (Tun  es  a  body  well  prepar'd 

And  well  performs  a  work  fo  hard. 

4  '  Brhold,  I  come,"  (the  Savior  cries, 
"With  love  a»nd  duty  in  his  eyes) 

*  1  come  to  bear  the  heavy  load 

'  Or  lies,  and  do  thy  will,  my  God, 

5  *  'Tis  written  in  thy  great  decree, 

*  '  lis  in  thy  book  foretold  of  me, 
'  I  n.uft  fulfil  the  Savior's  part  ; 

'  A  nd  lo  !  thy  law  is  in  my  heart. 

6  '  I'll  magnify  thy  f  o  y  law, 

*  And  rtbe's  to  obedience  draw, 

*  Whe^  on  my  crc'*s  1  ni  ''^  ^  ^'S^> 

*  Or  to  my  crown  above  the  fky. 


PSALM  XLI.    XLII.  93 

7  »  The  fpirit  fna!l  defcend,  and  ftiow 
'  What  thou  haft  done,  and  what  I  do ; 
*  The  wond  ring  world  fhall  learn  thy  grace* 
'  Thy  wifdom  and  thy  righteoufnefs.' 

Psalm  41.   Ver.  1,  2,  3.    [L.  M.]] 

LEST  is  the  man  whofe  bowels  m ove^ 
And  melt  wrh  pi^y  to  the  poor  ; 
Whole  foul  by  fympathizing  lov? 
Feels  what  his  fellow-faints  endure. 
H:s  heart  contrives  for  their  relief 
More  good  than  his  own  hands  can  do  j 
He,  in  the  time  of  gen  ral  £>rief 
Shall  find  the  Lord  ha:h  bowels  too. 
His  foul  {lull  live  fecureon  earth, 
With  fecret  bleflings  on  his  head, 
When  drought,  and  peftllence,  and  dcarthj 
Around  him  multiply  their  dead. 
Or  if  he  languifh  on  his  couch, 
God  will  pronounce  his  fins  forgiv'n, 
Will  fave  him  with  a  healing  touch, 
Or  take  his  willing  foul  to  heav'n. 

Psalm  42.   1 — 5,     Part  1.     [CM.] 

WITH  earned  longings  of  the  mind. 
My  God,  to  thee  I  look  ; 
So  pants  the  hunted  hart  to  find 

And  tafte  the  cooling  brook. 
When  mall  I  fee  thy  courts  of  grace ? 
And  meet  my  God  again  ,? 


34  fJSALM  XLIL 

So  Io-g  an  abfence  from  thy  hci 
My  heart  endures  with  pain. 

3  Temptations  vex  my  weary  foul, 

4  nd  *ears  are  my  repair  ; 
The  foeinfuits  without  control, 
'  And  where's  your  God  at  lafi  V 

4  'Tis  with  a  mournful  plenfure  now 

I  tnink  on  ancient  days  : 
Then  to  >hy  hoi  fe  did  numbers  no, 
And  all  cur  work  w?s  praife. 

5  Buf  why,  my  fou!,  funk  down  fo  far 

Beneath  this  heavy  !oad  ? 
Why  do  my  thoughts  indulge  dsfpair, 

And  fin  a^aini!  my  God  ? 
5   Hope  in  the  Lord*  whofe  mighty  hani 

Can  all  thy  woes  remove  ; 
For  I  dull  yet  befote  i  im  (land, 

And  (in 4  restoring  love. 

Psalm  42.     6  —  11.    Part  2.    ^L.  M.J 

:    "j\  IT  Y"  fpirit  (irks  within  me,  Lord  ; 
J-v.JL      Buf  I  will  call  thy  name  to  mind, 
An  J  tiroes  ofp*(l  diftrefs  recor"1, 
When  I  have  found  n>y  G  »d  was  k'nd. 

2  Huge  troubles,  with  'UTiuhuous  noife, 
Swtil  like  a  Tea,  and  round  me  fpread  ;. 
Thy  water- fpouts  diown  all  my  joys, 
An  J  rifing  wav?s  roll  o'er  my  head. 

3  Yet  will  the  Lord  command  r is  1  -ve, 
When  I  ad  Irefs  his  thr  one  by  day  5 


PSALM  XL1V,  95 

Nor  in  the  nigHt  bis  grace  remove  ; 
The  night  (hall  hear  me  fing  and  pray. 

4  I'll  caft  myfelf  before  his  feet, 

And  fay, '  My  God,  my  heav'nly  rock  ! 

*  Why  doth  thv  love  fo  long  forget 

*  The  fou!  that  groans  beneath  thy  ftroke?' 

5  I'll  chide  my  heart  tha*  finks  (o  low  ; 
Why  mould  my  foul  indulge  her  grief? 
Hope  in  the  Lord,  and  prafe  him  too  ; 
He  is  my  r  ft,  my  fure  relief. 

6  Thy  light  and  truth  fhal!  guide  me  ftil!  ; 
Thy  word  fhall  my -bed  thoughts  employ, 
And  lad  me  to  thy  heav'nly  hi!!, 

My  God,  my  moft  exceeding  joy. 

Psalm  44.  i,  2,  3  8,  15 — 26   [C.  M.] 

1  "!       ORD,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old*. 
1,  a      Thy  works  of  pow't  and  grace^ 
When  to  our  ears  our  fathers  told 

The  wonders  of  their  days- 

2  How  thou  did  ft  build  thy  churches  here? 

And  make  thy  gofpe!  known  ; 
Amongft  them  cid  thine  arm  appear, 
Thy  light  and  glory  (hone. 

3  In   God  they  boafted  all  the  day, 

And  in  a  cheerful  throng 
Did  thoufand.s  meet  to  praife  and  pray  % 
And  grace  was  ail  their  foo?. 

4  But  now  our  fou's  are  feiz'd  with  (haiue, 

Confufion  fills  our  facee 


96  PSALM  XLIV. 

To  hear  the  enemy  blafpheme, 
And  fools  reproach  thy  grace. 

5  Yet  have  we   not  forgot  our   God, 

Nor  falfe'y  dea't  with  heav'n  ; 
Nor  have  cur  fleps  declin'd  the  road 
Of  duty  thou  haft  givJn. 

6  ThoK  dragons  all  around  us   roar 

With   their  deftructive    breath, 
And  ihirie  own  hand  hath  bruis'd  us  fore 
Hard  by  the  gates  of  death. 

PAUSE. 

7  We  are  expos'd  all  day  to  die, 

As  martyrs  for  thy  caufe, 
As  iheep  for  flmghter  bound   we  lie 
By   (harp  and    bloody    laws. 
f>   Awake,   ank,   almighty    Lord  ! 

Why   fleeps   thy    wonted   grace  ! 
Why  mould  we  look  Ike  men   abhorr'd, 
Or  banihYd   fiom  thy   face? 
9  Wilt  thou  for  ever  cart  us  off, 
And  (lill  neglecl  our  cries, 
F-r  ever  hide  thy  heav'nly  love 
From  our  afflicled  eyes  ? 
JO  Down  to  the  duft  our  foul  is  bow'd, 
And  dies  upon  the  ground: 
Rife  for  our  he'p,   rebuke  the  proud, 
And  all  their  pow'rs  confour.d. 
1 1   Redeem  us  from  perpetual  ftame, 
Our  Savior  and  our  God  j 


PSALM  XLV.  97 

We  plead  the  honors  of  thy  name, 
The  merits  of  thy  blood. 

Psalm  45.      [3   M.] 

1    T\/|"Y  Savior  and  my  King, 
JL V A      Thy  beauties  are  divine  ; 
Thy  lip3    with    bltifings  overflow, 
And  evVy  grace  is  thine. 
Z  Now   make  thy  glory  known  ; 
Gird  on  thy  dreadful  fvvord, 
I    And  ride  in  majc-fty  to  fpread 
The  conquefts  of  thy  word* 

3  Strike    through  thy  itubborn   foes, 

Or  melt  their  hearts   fobey  ; 
While  juftice,  meeRnefs,  grace  and  tiulbj 
Attend    thy   glorious  way. 

4  Thy  laws,  Q    God,   are  right  ; 

Thy  th? one  (hall  ever  (land  ; 
And   thy   victorious   gofpel  prove 
A  fceptrc  in   thy  hand. 

5  [Thy  Father  and  thy  God, 

Hath  without  meafure  fnsd 
Kis  fpirit,  like  a  joyful  oil, 
T*  annoint  thy  facred  head.] 

6  [Behold,    at  thy  right  hand 

The  Gentile  church  is  feea, 
Like  a  fair  bride  in  rich  attire, 
And  princes  guard  the  queen-} 


>3  PSALM  XLV. 

7  Fair  bride,  receive  his  love  ; 

Forget  thy  fa'her's  houfe  ; 
Forfake  thy  gods,   thy  idol  gods, 
And  pay  thy  Lord  thy  vows. 

8  O  let  thy  God  and    King 

Thy  fwteied  thoughts  employ  ; 
Thy  children  fhaU   his   honors  fiog 
In  palaces  ofjoy. 

Psalm  45.      [C.  M.] 

1  T'LL  fpeak  the  honor?  of  my  King  ; 
JL       H'S  fcrm  divinely  fair  ; 

None  of  the  Tons  of  mcrta!  race 
May  with  the  Lord  compare. 

2  Sweet  is  thy  ipeech,  and  heav'nly  grace 

Upon  thy  lips  is  ftied  : 
Thy  God,  with  bit  flings  infinite, 
Hath  crown'd  thy  facred  head. 

3  Gird  on  thy  fword,  vicarious  prince  ! 

Ride  with  majefrk:  fway  : 
Thy  terror  (hall  llrike  through  thy  foes, 
And  make  the  world  obey. 

4  Thy  throne,  O  God  forever  flands  ; 

Thy  word  of  grace  (hail  prove 
A  peaceful  fceptre  in  thy  hands, 
To  rule  thy  faints  by  lope. 

5  Juflice  and  truth  attend  thee  ftil!, 

But  mercy  is  thy  choice  ; 
And  God,  thy  God,  thy  foul  mall  fH 
With  mod  peculiar  joys. 


PSALM  XLY,  99 

Psalm  45.     Part  1.    [L.  M.J 

i    T^T  OW  be  n>y  heart  infpir'd  to  Cmg 
J^       The  glories  of  my  Savior  k:ng, 
Jefus  the  Lord  ;  how  heav'r.Iy  fair 
His  form  I  how  bright  his  beauties  are  I 

2  O'er  ail  the  Tons  of  human  race 
He  ffcines  with  a  Fupersor  grace  ; 
Love  from  his  lp.jdiv'nely  flows, 
And  bleffings  all  his  fhfe  compofe. 

3  Drefs  thee  in  arms,  raoft  mighty  Lord  i 
Gird  on  the  terror  of  thy  fword  ! 

Iq  mejefty  and  glory  ride, 

With  truth  and  meeknefs  at  thy  fide. 

4.  Thine  anger,  like  a  pointed  darr, 
Shall  pitrce  the  foes  of  (tubborn  heart  ; 
Or  words  cf  mercy,  kind  and  fvyeet, 
Shall  melt  the  rebels  at  thy  fcet, 

5   Thy  >hrone,  O  God  for  ever  (lands  ; 
Grace  is  tbe-  fceptre  in  thy  hands  ; 
Thy  la\?s  and  works  are  ju(i  and  right, 
Juftice  and  grace  are  thy  delighr. 

*6   God,  thine  own  God,  has  richly  died 
His  oil  cfgladnefs  on   thy  head, 
And  with  r is  facred  fpirit  b'eft 
His  fir(r-born  Ton  above  the  reft. 


JT 


Psalm  45.  Part  2.     [L.  M,] 

H  E  King  of  faints,  how  fair  his  face, 
Adorn'd  with  majefty  and  grace  ! 


ioo  PSALM  XLVI. 

He  comes  with  blefiings  from  above, 
And  wins  the  nations  to  his  love. 

2  At   his   right  hand  our  eyes   behold 
The  queen  array'd  in  pureft  pold  ; 
The  world  admires  her  heavVly  drefs, 
Her  robe  of  joy  and  righteoufnefs. 

3  He  forms  her  bt- amies  like  his  own; 

He  calls   and  feats  her  near  his  throne  : 
Fair  (hanger,  let  thine  heart  forget 
The   Ido's   of  thy    native  ftate. 

4  So  (hat!  the  King  the  more  rejoice 
In  thee,   the  fav'rite  of  his  choice; 
Let  him  be   lov'd,  and  yet  adord, 
For  he's  thy    Maker  and   thy   Lord. 

5  O  haupy  hour,    when  thou  flia't  life 
To  bis  ta  r  palace  in   the  lk:es, 
And  all   thy  fons  (a  cuni'rous  train) 
Each  like   a  prince   in  g'ory  reign. 

6  Let  erdlefs  honors  crown  his  head  ; 
Let  ev'ry  aj,e  lis  praifes   fpread  ; 
While  we  with  cheerful  fongs  approve 
The  condefcenfton    of  his  love. 

Psalm  46.   Part  1.   [L.  M.] 

OD  is  the  refuge  of  his  faints, 
When  dorms  of  fharp  diftrefs  invade  J 
E'er   we  can  offer  our  complaints, 
Behold  him  prefent  wtth  his  aid. 
2  Let  mountains  from  their  feats  be  hurl  *d 
Down  to  the  deep,  and  bury'd  there  3 


PSALM  XLVI.  101 

Convulfion  make  the  fVid  world  ; 
Our  .faith  fhaH  never  yield  to  fear. 

3  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar, 
In  facred  peace  our  f  uls  abide  ; 
While  ev'ry  nation,   ev'ry  fhore, 
Trembles,  and   dreads  the  fuelling  tide. 

4  There  is  a  frream,  whofe  gentle  flow 
Supp!:es  the  city  of  our  God  : 

Life,  love  and  joy,  (riii  gliding  thro*, 
And   wat'ring  our  divine  abode. 

5  That  facred  ftream,  thine  holy  word, 
That  all  our  raging  fear  controuls  : 
Sweet  peace    thy   promifes   afford, 
And  give  new  ftrength  to  fainting  fouls. 

6  Zion  enjoys  her  monarch's  love, 
Secure  againft  a  threat'ning  hour  ; 
Nor   can  her  firm  foundations  move. 
Built  en  his  truth,   and  arrn'd  with  pow'r. 

Psalm  46.  Part  2.    [L.   M.] 

1  T     ET  Z  on   in  her  King   rejoice. 

i   J  Tho'  tyrants  rage  and  kingdoms  rife  j 
He  utters  his  almighty  voice,  _ 
The  nations  melt,  the  tumult  dies. 

2  The  Lord    of  old  for  Jacob  fought ; 
And  Jacobus  God  is  fttil  par  aid  : 
Behold  the  works  his  hand  hath  wrought  i 
What  delations  he  has  made  ! 

I  2 


ioz  PSALM  XLVIL 

3  From  Tea  to  Tea,  thro'  ail  the  (hores, 
He  makes  the  noife  of  battle  ceafe  : 
When  from  on  hiph   his  thunder  roars, 
Ke  awes  the  trembling  world  to  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  bow,  he  cuts  the  fpear ; 
Chariots  he  barns  with  heav'nly  flame  ; 
Keep  file  nee  all  the  earth,   and  hear 
The  found  and  glory  of  his  name. 

5  *  Be  (liil,  and  learn  that  I  am  God: 
'  I'll  be  exalted  o'er  the  lands  ; 

*  I  will  be  known  and  fear'd  abroad, 
'  But  fin!  my  throne  in  Z:on  {hands.' 

6  O  Lord   of  hofts,  almigtry  King  ! 
While  we  fo  near  thy  prefence  dwelf, 
Our  faith   (hall  fit  fecure,   and  fing 
Defiance  to  the  gates  of  hell. 

Psalm  47.  [C.  M  ] 

1  ^X  FOR  a  fhout  of  facred  joy 
\J      To  God  the  fov 'reign  King] 
Let  ev'ry  land  their  tongues  employ, 

And  hymns  of  triumph  fing. 

2  Jefus  our  God  afcends  on  high  ! 

His  heav'nly  guards  around, 

Attend   him  rifing   thro*   the  fky 

With  trumpets'  joyful  found. 

3  While  angels  ikout  and  prafe   their  King. 

Let  mortals  learn  their  (trains  ; 

Let  all  the  earth  his  honors  fing ; 

O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 


PSALM  XLVJII.  03 

4  Pvehearfe  his  deeds  with  awe  profound  j 

Let  knowledge  lead  the  fong  ; 
Nor  mock  him  with  a  folemn  found, 
Upon  a  thoughtlefs  tongue. 

5  In  Ifr'el  Hood  his  ancient  throne, 

He  lov'd  that  chofen  race  \ 
But  now  he  calls  the  world  his  own, 
And  heathens  tafte  his  grace. 

6  The  Gentile  rations  are  the.  Lord's, 

Where  Abra'rn's  God  is  known  ; 
While   pow'rs    and    princes,    fhields  and 
Submit  Ik  fore  his  throne.  [fwords, 

Psalm  48.  Ver.  i~8.  Part  it  [S.  M/j 

1  ff^i  REAT  is  the  Lord  our  God, 
L\J      And  let  his  praife  be  great  j 
He  makes  his  churches  his  abode, 

His  moil  delightful  feat. 

2  Thefe  temples  of  his  grace, 

How  beautiful  they  ftand  ! 

The  honors  of  our  native  place, 

And  bulwarks  of  our  land.] 

3  In  Zion  God  is  known 

A  refuge  in  diftrefs : 
How  bright  hath  his  falvation  fhone, 
Through  ail  her  palaces  1 

4  When  kings  againft  her  join'd, 

And  faw  the  Lord  was  there* 
In  wild  confufion  of  the  mind 
They  fled  with  hatty  fear. 


io4  PSALM  XLVIIL 

5  When  navies  tal!  and  proud 

Attempt  to  fpoil  cur  peace, 
Ke  fends,  his  tenjpefls  roaring  loud, 
And  finks  them  in  the  Teas. 

6  Oft   have  our  fathers  told, 

Our  eyes  have  often  feen, 
How  well  oui   God  feeures  the  foil 
Where  his  own  fheep  have  been. 

7  In  ev'ry   new  diftrefs 

We'll  to  his   houfe  repair  ; 
We'Jl  think  upon  his  wond'rous  grace, 
And  feek  deliv'rance  there. 

Psalm  48.  Ver.  10 — 14.  Part  2.  [S.  M.J 

1  TT?AR  as  thy  name  is  known, 

J_        "The  worl  \  declares  thy  pra'fe  ; 
Thy  faints,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne, 
Their  fongs  of  honor  rafe, 

2  With  joy  let  Judah  (land 

On  Zion's  chofen   hill, 
Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 
And  ccunfe's  of  thy  will. 

3  Let  ftrangets  walk  around 

The  city  where  we  dwell, 
Compafs  and   view  thine  holy  ground, 
And  mark  the  building  well  : 

4  The  orders  of  thy  houfe, 

The  worfnip  of  thy  court, 
The  cheerful  fongs,  the  lolemn  YOWS, 
And  make  a  fair  report. 


PSALM  XLIX.  105 

5  How  decent  and    how  wife  ! 

How  glorious  to  behold  I 
Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  trie  eyes, 
And  rites  adorn'd  with  gold. 

6  The  God  we  worihip  now 

Will  guide  us  till  we  die ; 
Will  be  our  God  while  here  below, 
And  ours   above  the  fky. 

Psalm  49.    Ver.  6— 14.   Parti.   [CM] 

1  ~\"KT  HY  doth  the  man  of  riches  grow 

VV        To  info'ence  and  pride, 
To  fee   his  wealth  and  honors  flow 
With  ev'ry  riling  tide  ? 

2  [Why  doth  he  treat  the  poor  with  fcorn, 

Made  of  the  ferffame  clay, 
And  boad  as  tho'  his  flefh  was-  born 
Of  better  duff  than  they  ?J 

3  Not  all  his  treafures  can  procure 

Hrs  foul  a  mort  reprieve, 
Redeem  from    death  one  guilty  hour, 
Or  make  his  brother  live. 

4  [Life  is  a  blefiing   can't  be  fold, 

T-fre  ranfom  is  fo  high  ; 
Juftice  will  ne'er    be  brib'd  with  gold, 
That  man  may  never  die  J 

5  He  fres  the  brutifh  and  the  wife, 

The  tiro'rous  and    the  brave, 
Quit  their  poffeffions,  clofe  their  eyes3 
And  haften  to  the  grave. 


io6  PSALM  XLIX. 

6  Yet  'tis  his  inward  thought   and  pride, 

1  My  houfe  (ha!'  ever  (land  : 
*  And  that    my  name   may  long  abide, 
*  ril  give  it  to  my  land  ' 

7  Vain  are  his  thoughts,    his  hopes  are  loft  ; 

How  foon    h  5  mem'ry  dies ! 
His  n  me  is  written  in  the  duft 
Where  his  own  carcafe  lies. 

PAUSE. 

8  This  is  the  folly  of  their  way  ; 

And   yet  their  Ton?,  as  v^.in, 
Approve  the  words  their  fathers  fay, 
And  acl  their  works    apain. 

9  Men  void  of  wifdom  and  of  grace, 

If  honor  raife  them    high, 
Live  like  the  beaft,   a  thooghtlefs  race, 
And  like  the  bead  they  die. 

10  [Laid  in    the  grave  like  fi:!y  fheep, 

Death  feeds  upon    them  there, 
Tiii  the  lafl  trumpet  breaks  their  fl:ep, 
In  terror  and  d*ipair  J 

Psalm  49.  Ver.  14,  15.  Part  2.    [C.  M.] 

4    "V^E  fons  of  pride  that  hate  the  juft, 
\      And   tramp!e   on  the  poor, 
When  death  has  brought  you  down  to  duff, 
Your  pomp  fhi!l  ri'e  no  more. 
2  The    lair    great    day    (hall    change    the 
fane  ; 
When  will  that  hour  appear  ? 


PSALM  XLTX,  ioj 

Whe*  fiiall  thfejuft  revive,  and  reign 

O'er  ail  that   fcorn'd  shem  here  ? 
3   God  will  my  naked   foul  receive, 

When  fep  rate  from  the  fl-j(h  ; 
And  break  the  prifon  of  the  grave, 

To  raife  my  bones  afrefh. 
4.  Heav'n  is  roy.everlafHna  home, 

TV  inheritance  is   fure  ; 
Let  men  of  pride  their   rage  reflrme, 

But  Pll  repine  no  more. 

Psalm  49,    [L.  M.] 

1  "T/CTHY  do  the  proud  infu't  the  poor, 

VV  And  boa(r  the  la-ge  eftates  t'^ey 
How  vain  are  riche3,  to  f~cure  [have  ? 
Thfir  haughty  owners  from  the  grave  ? 

2  They  can  t   redeem  one  hour  from  death, 
With  all  the  wealth  in  which  they  truft  ; 
Nor  gira  a  dying  brother  breath, 

When  God  commands  him  down  to  duft. 

3  There  the  dark  earth  and  dlfnial  fliade    - 
Shall  clafp  their  naked  bodies  round:  5 
That  flefli  fb  delicately  h&t 

Lies  cold,  and  mou'ders  in  the  ground, 
4;  Like  thoughtLefs  fh:ep  the  (inner   dies, 

Laid  in  the  grave  for  worms  to  eat  ; 

The   faiets  fiiail  in    the  morning  rife,- 

And  find  th'  oppreflbr  at  their  feet. 
5   His   horior*  perifli  iij.  the   daft,. 

And  pomp  and  beauty,  birth  and  blood- 


ic8  PSALM  L. 

That  glorious  day  exahs  the  juft 
To  full  dominion  o'er  the  proud. 
6  My  Savior  (hall   my  hfe  reftore, 
And  raife  me  from  my  dark  abode: 
My  Hem  and  foul  fha!l   part  no  more, 
But  due'l  for  ever  near  my  God. 

Psalm  50.   Ver.    c  —  6.  Part  1.  [C.  M.] 

1  '  a  "»  HE  Lord,  the.judge,  before  his  throne, 

J[      Bids  the  whole  earth  draw  nigh  ; 
The  nations  near  the  rifing  fun, 
And  near  the  weflern  fky. 

2  No  more  (hail  bold  blafphemers  fay, 

*  Judgment  will  ne'er  begin  ;' 
No  more  abufe  his  Ion,?  delay, 

To   impudence  and  fin. 

3  Thrcn'd  on  a  cloud  our  God  ill  a  1 1  come, 

Bright  flames  prepare  his  way, 
Thunder  and  darknefs,  fire  and  ftcrm, 
Lead  on   the  dreadful  day. 

4  Heav'n  from  above  his  call  {hall  hear, 

Attending  angels  come  ; 
And  earth  and  hell  fhall  know,  and  fear 
His  julHce,  and  their  doom. 
t  «  But  gather  ail  my  faint?,'  he  cries, 
'That  made  their  peace  with  God, 
*  By  the  Redeemer's  facrifiee, 
1  And.feal'd  it  with  his  blood. 
6  *  Their  faith  and    works  brought  forth  to 

*  -SUH  make  the-world  confefs     [light, 


•  PSALM  L.  iog 

*  My  fentence  of  reward  is  right, 
*  And  heav?n  adore  my   grace.' 

Psalm  50.    Ver.    8,   io,  it',    »4»  x5>   23« 
Part  2.    [C  .M.] 

,rpHU5  faith  the  Lord,  «  The  fpacious 
J.  fields, 

«  And   flocks  and  herds,  are  mine  5 
i  O'er  all  the  catde    of  the  hills 
«  I  claim  a  right  divin?. 
2   !hfe  no  (heep  for  facrince, 

«  Not  bullocks  burnt  \vkh  fire  ;       . 
«  To  hope  and  lore,  to  pray  and  praue, 

*  Is  all  that   I  require. 

2   «  Call  upon   me  when  trouble's  near, 

*  My  hand  fhali  let  thee  free  ; 

«  Then  malt  thy  thankful  lips  declare 
«  The  honor  due  10  me. 
4  «  The  man  that  offers  humble  praife, 

*  He  glorifi-.s  me  bell  : 

<  And  thaia  that  tread  my  holy  ways, 
6  Shall  my  falvation  tafte. 

PsAi'S  50,    Ver.   -i,  5'  8.  2l*  21'   part  3* 
[C.  M-] 

r   -^T^7"HENChria  to  judgment  fluil  de- 
\y  icend, 

And   faints  furround  their  Lord, 
J 


no  PSALM  L. 

He  calls  the  nations  to  attend, 
And  hear  his  awful   word. 

2  *  No<:  for  the  want  of  bullock's  flain 

*  Will  I   the    woild  reprove  ; 
'Altars,  and  ri-es,  and  forms  are  vain, 

'  Without  the  fire  cf  love. 

3  '  And  what  have  hyocrites  to  do 

'  To  bring  their  facrifice  ? 
1  They  call  my  ftatures  jud  and  trae, 
'  But  deal  in   theft  and  lies, 

4  '  Could  you  expect  to  'fcape  my  fighr, 

*  A  r.d  fin  without  controul  ? 

'  But  I  mall  bring  your  crimes  to  light, 
'  With  anguifh  in  your  foul.5 

5  Cor.dder  ye,  that  flight  the  Lord, 

Before  his  wrath  appear  ; 
If  once  ycu  fall  beoeath  his  fword, 
There's  no  deliverer  there. 

Psalm  50.     [L.  M.J 

1  *  I  ^  HE  Lord,  the   judge,  his  churches 

JL    Let  hypocrites  attend  and  fear,  [warns ; 
Who  place  their  hope  in  rites  and  forms, 
But  make  not  faith  nor  love  their  care. 

2  Vile  wretches  dare  rehearfe  his  name 
With  lips  of  falfehood  and  deceit  : 
A  friend  or  brother  they  defame, 
And  footh   and  flatter  \hofe  they   hate. 

3  They   watch  to  do   their  reighbors  wrong, 
Yet  dare  to  feek  their  Maker's  face  ; 


PSALM  L.  in 

They  take  his  cov'oant  on  their  tongue, 
But  break  his  laws,  abufe  his  grace. 

4  To  heav'n  they  lift  their  hands  unclean, 
DehTd  with  lull,  defil'd  with  blood  ; 
By  night  they  practice  ev'ry  {in, 
By  day  their  mouths  draw  near  to  God, 

j   And  while  his  judgments  long  delay, 
They  grow  fecure,  and  iia  the  more  ; 
They  think  he  deeps  as  well  as  they, 
And  put  far  cfF  the  dreadful  hour. 

0  O  dreadful  hour !   when  God  draws  near, 
And  fets  their  crimes  before  their  eyes  ! 
His  wrath  their  guiity  fouls  (hail  tear, 
And  no  deliverer  dare  to  rife. 

Psalm   to..     To  a  new  Tuns. 

1  npiHE   Lord,  the  fov'reign,  fends  his 

JL       funinions  forth,  [nenh  ; 

Calls  the  fduth  nations,  and  awakes  the 
Fromeaft  to  weft  the  founding  orders  fpread, 
Thro'diftant  worlds  and  regions  of  the  dead: 
No  more  (hall  atheifts  mock  his  long  delay  : 
His  vengeance  fieeps  no  more :  bshold  the 
day ! 

2  Behold  !  the  judge  defceBds  ;  his  guards 

are  nigh  ; 
Tempeft  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  fky  : 
Heav'n,  earth,  and  hell  draw  near,  let  ail 

things  come, 
To  hear  his  juftice  and  the  fmaer's  doom  : 


PSALM  L. 

Cut  gatl-cr  flrft   my   faints,'  (the  judge 
commands)  [tant  lands. 

Bring  them,    ye  angels,    from    their  dif- 
Behold!  my  cov'nant  (lands  for  ever  good, 
SeaPd  by  th'  eternal  facrifice  in  blood, 
And  fign'd   with  all   their  names;    the 

*  Greek,  the  Jew, 

That  paid  the  ancient  worfhip  orthe  new. 
There's  no  difanclion  here  ;  come*,  fpread 

' their  thrones, 
And  near  me  feat  my  fav'ritesand  my  fons. 
I,  their  almighty  Savior,    and  their  God, 
I   am  their  judge :  ya  heav'ns  proclaim 

*  abroad 

My  juH:,  eternal  fentence,  and  declare 
Thole  awful  truths  that  finners  drfad  to 

*  hear  ; 

Sinners  in  Zicn,   tremble  and  retire; 
I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fire. 
Not  for  the  want  of  goats  or  buliocks  fliin 
Do  I  condemn  thee  :  bulls  and  goats  are 

*  vain  [(tore 
Without  the  flames  oflove :  in  vain  the 
Of  brutal  ofT'rings,  that  were  mine  before  ; 
Mine    are  the    tamer  beads,   and   favage 

*  brerd,  [they  feed  : 
Flocks,  herd,  and  fie!  h,  and  forefta  where 
If  I  were  hurgry,  wou' J  I  rifle  thee  food  ? 
When  did  I  third,  or  drink  thy  bullock's 

♦  blood  ? 


PSALM  L.  113 

*  Can  I  be  flatter'd  with  thy  cringing  bows, 

*  Thy    folemn    chatt'rings    and    faotailic 

'vows?  [behold, 

♦Are  my  eyes  charaiM  thy  veflments   to 

*  Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold? 

7  *  Unthinking  wretch  !    how   couldft   thou 

*  hope  to  pleafe 

1  A  God,  a  fpirit,  withfuch  toys  as  thefe  ? 
'  While  with  my  gr^ce  and  (latutes  on  thy 

*  tongue,  [wrong  ! 

*  Thou  lov'ft  deceit,  and  doft  thy  brother 

*  In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends  ; 

*  Thieves    and  adulterers  are  thy    choien 

*  friends. 

8  '  Silent  1  waited,  with  long  fufPring  love  ; 
4  But  didft  thou  hope  that  1  (hould  ne'er 

*  reprove  ?  [within, 

*  And   cherifti    fuch   an   impious    thought 

*  That  God  the  righteous,    would  indulge 

*  thy  fin  ? 

*  Behold  my  terrors  now  ;  my  thunders  roll, 
'And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  foul.5 

9  Sinners  awake  betimes  !  ye  fools  be  wife  1 
Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife  ? 
Change  your  vain  thoughts,    your  crooked 

works  amend  ;  [friend  ; 

Fly  to  the  Savior,  make  the  judge  your 
Led,  like  a  lion,  his  laft  vengeance  tear 
Your  trembling  fouls,  and  no  deiiy'rer  near. 
J   * 


ii4  PSALM  L. 

Psalm  50.    To  the  old  proper  tune, 

1  r  I  *  HE  God  of  glory  fends  his  fummons 

JL  forth,  [north  : 

Cai's  the  fcuth   nations,  and   awakes  the 

From  eaft    to    weft    the     fov'reign    orders 

fpread,  [dead. 

Thro'  difUnt    worlds  and   regions  of  the 

The   trumpet  founds  ;  hell  trembles  ;  heav'n 

rejoices;  [voices. 

Lift  up  your  heads,  ye   faints,   with   cheerful 

2  No  more  (hail  atheitts  mock  lis  long  delay  j 
liis  vengeance  fleeps  no  more:  behold  the 

day  !  ("nigh  ; 

Behold  !  the  judge  dtfcends  ;  his  guards  are 
Tempeft  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  ffcy. 

When  God  appears,  ail  nature  mall  adore  him  ; 

While  fmners  trembie,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 

3  '  Heav'n,  earth,  and  heli  draw  near  ;  let  alt 

*  things  come, 

'  To  hear  my  ju(tice,and  the  fmno's  doom; 
1  But  gather  firffc  «ny  faints,  (the  judge  com* 

*  mands)  [Unds.* 
*  Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  their  diftant 

When  Chrifl  returns,  wake  ev'ry  cheerful  paf- 

fion  ;  [vat ion. 

And  fhou  ,  ye  fa:nts,  he  conies  for  your  foU 

4  Behold  !  my  cov'nant  ftandsfor  ever  good, 
'  Sea  M  by  th'  eterral  ficriiice  in  blojd, 
♦And  fi  n'd    with    a;l    their    names;  the 

<  Crreek,  the  jew  ! 


PSALM  L.  Vrfc 


«  That  paid  the  ancient  worfhip  or  the  new.' 

There's  no    diftinclion   her;  ;  join   ail    your 

voices,  [rejoices. 

And  raife  your    heads,  ye  faints,    for  heav'a 

5  'Here  (faith  the  Lord)  ye  angels  fpread 

4  their  thrones,  (Tons. 

*  And   near  me  fiat  my  favVttes  and    my 

*  Come,,  my  redeem'd,  poiTefs  the  joys  pre- 

♦  par'd 

'  Ere  time  began  ;  'tis  your  divine  reward. v 

When  Chrift  returns9  wake  ev'ry  cheerful  'paf- 

lion  i  [tion. 

And  fhout,  ye  faints,  he  comes  for  your  falva- 

PAUSE.    I. 

6  s  I  am  the  Savior,  1  th*  almighty  God  : 

*  I  am  the  judge  ;  ye  beav'hs  proclaim  abroad 

*  My  jult  eternal  fentence,  and  declare 

*  Thofe  awful  truths,   that  finners  dread  tt> 

*  hear.5 

When  God  appears,  all  nature  ftiall  adore  him; 
While  finners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him, 

7  *  Stand  forth,  thou  bold  blafph-rmer,   and 

*  profane,  ['ningsvain: 

*  Now  fee!    my  wrath,  nor  call  my   threat- 

*  Thou  hypocrite,   once  drefs'd  in    faints' 

•  aiti  er 

'  I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fire/ 
Judgment    proceeds  ;    hell   trembles  j  heav'a 
rejoices ;  [voices. 

Lift  up  your  heads,    ye  faints,  with  cheerful 


n6  PSALM  L. 

8  *  Not  for  the  want  of  goats  or  bullocks  fliin 
4  Do  I  condemn  thee  :  bulls  and  goats  are 

*  vain  [ftore 

*  Without  the  flimes  oflove :   in  vain  the 

*  Of  bru  al  off  rings  that  were  mine  before.' 
Earth  is  the  Lord's,  all  nature  fhfcll  adore  him  ; 
While  finners  tremble,  fair/sr.joice  before  him. 

9  *  If  I  were  hungry  would   1  aflc  thee  fbod  ? 
'  When  did  I  third,  or  drink  thy  bullock's 

*  blood  ?  [breed, 

*  Mine  are    the   tamer    beads  and  favage 
4  Flocks,    herds,  and    fields,    and    foreiU 

«  where  they  feed.' 
^11  is  the  Lord's  ;  he  rules  the  wide  creation  ; 
Gives  fmners  vengeance,  and  the  faints  falva- 

ticn. 
jo  *  Can  1  be  flatter'd  with  thy  cringing  bows, 

*  Thy    folemri     cha.t'rings   and    fantaftic 

4  vows  ?  [behold, 

4  Are  my   eyes   charm 'd   thy  veftments  to 

4  Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold? 

God  is  the  judge  of  hearts,  no  fair  difguifes 

Can  fcreen  :he  guil-y  when  his  vengeance  rifes. 

PAUSE      2. 

1 1   4  Unthinking    wretch  !  how  couldft    thou 

*  hope  to  pleafe 

*  A  God,  a  Ipirit,  with  fuch  toys  as  thefe  ? 
4  White  with  mv  grace  and  (tatutes  on  thy 

4  tongue,  [wrong.1 

4  Thcu  lov  ft  deceit,  and  doft  thy  brother 


PSALM  L,  117 

Judgment  proceeds  ;  hell  trembles  j  heav'n 

'  rejoices,  'voices, 

Lift  up  your   heads,  ye  faints,  with  cheerful 

t  2  *  Irs  vain  to  piaus  forTis  thy  zeal  pretends  ; 

'  Thieves    and    adult'rers    are  thy  chcien 

'  friends  ; 
'  While  the  talfe  flatt'rer  at  my  altar  waits, 

*  His harden'd foul  divine  inftru&ion  hates.' 
God  is  the  judge  or  hearts,  no  fair  difguifes 
Can  fcreen  the  guilty  when  his  vengeance  rifes. 

13  '  Silent  I  waited  with  long-luff 'ring  love  ; 

*  But    didlt  thou  hope  that    I  mould  ne'er 

'  reprove  ?  [within, 

'  And    cherifh    fuch   an   impious  thought 

'  That  the  All-Holy  would  indulge  thy  fin.' 

See,  God  appears ;  all  nanonsjoin  t'adore  htm  : 

J udgment  proceeds,  and  finners  fail  before  him. 

14  *  Behold  my  terrors  now ;  my  thunders  roll, 
'  Andthyown  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  foul; 
'•Now  like  a  lion  mail  my  vengeance  tear 

'  Thy  bleeding  heart,  and  no  deliv'rer  near.' 

Judgment   concludes  ;   hell  trembles  ;   heav'n 

rejoices  ;  £  voices. 

Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with    cheerful 

EPIPHONEMA. 

15  '  Sinnets  awake  betimes  ;  ye  fools  be  wife  ; 

*  Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife  : 
6  Change  your  vain  thoughts,  your  crooked 

*  works  amend,  [friend.1 

'  Fiy  to  the    Savior,    make  the  judge  your 


si8  PSALM  LI. 

Then  join,  ye  faints,  wake  ev'iy  cheerful  paf« 

fion,  [lion. 

When  Chiift  returns,  he  comes  for  your  falva- 

Psalm  51.  Part  1.   [L.  M.] 

1  Q  HEW  pity,  Lord  i  O  Lord,  forgive  ! 
fc3    Let  a  repenting  rebel  jive  : 

Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  finner  truft  in  thee  ? 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  don'c  furpafs 
The  pow'r  and  glory  of  thy  grace  ; 
Great  God  !  thy  na:uie  hath  no  boand, 
So  let  thy  pard'r.in^  lore  be  found. 

3  O,   wafh  my  foul  frcm  evety  fin, 
And  make  my  guilty  confcience  clean  s 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And   pair,  crTenc.s    p.-irs  my  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  fhame  my  (ins  confffs, 
Agr.mil  thy  law,  againli  thy  grace  : 
Lcrd,  fhouid  thy  judgment  grow  fevere, 
I  am  conc'emn'd,  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Should  fudden  vengeance  (eize  my  breaih, 
I  mud  pronounce  thee  juft  in  death  $ 
And  if  my  foul  were  feet  to  hc!S, 
Thy   righteous  law  approves  it    well. 

6  Yet  fave  a  trembling  finner.    Lord, 
Whole  hope,  fttil  hov'riog  round  thy  ward, 
Would  li^ht  on  fume  fweet'  promt  ie  thae, 
£ome  fure  fypperi  d£^in;t  ikfjmir. 


PSALM  LI.  ii9 

Psalm '51.  Pan  2.     [L.  M.] 

1  T*     OR D,  I  am  vile,  ccrceiv  d  in  fin, 
JL_J    And  born  unholy  and  unclean  ; 
S>  rung  from  the  man  whofe  guilty  fall 
Corrupts  tS?e  race,  and  taints  us  all. 

2  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath, 
The  feeds  of  fin  grow  up  for  death : 
Thy  law  demands  a  perfect  heart  ; 
But  we're  denT'd  in  ev'ry  part. 

3  [Great  God,  create  my  heart,  anew,- 
And  form  try  fpirk  pure  and  true  : 
O  make  me  wife  betimes,  to  fpy 

My  danger  and  my  remedy,  j 

4  Behold,    I  fall  before  thy  face, 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace: 

No  oui ward  forms  can  make  me  clean, 
The  ieprofy  lies  deep  within. 

5  No   bleeding  bird,  nor  bleiedbg  besflj 
Nor  hyfTop  branch,   nor  fprinkling  priefrj 
Nor  running  brcok,  nor  flood,  nor  fea, 
Can  warn  the  difmal  {lain  away, 

6  jeius,   my  God  !  thy  biood  alone 
Hath  povv'r  fufncient  to  atone  : 

Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  fowj 
No  Jewim   types  ccuid  cleanfe  me  fo. 

7  vVhile  guilt  dillurbs  and  breaks  my  p^ace, 

i  fL  fh  nor  foul  hath  reir  ot  eafe  ; 
Led,  let  me  hear  thy  pard'ning  voice, 
.  J..q  my  broken  heart  rejoice. 


129  PSALM  LI. 

Psalm  5.1.     Part  3.    [L.  M.] 

THOU  that  hear'ft  when  fmn^rscry  ! 
Tho'  all    my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 
But  blot  their  mem'ry  from  thy  book. 

2  Crea'e  my  nature  pure  within* 
And  form  my  foul  averfe  to  fin  : 
Let   thy  rood   fpirit    ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  thy    prefence  from  my  heart. 

3  I    cannot  live   without   thy   light, 
Ca.'t.   out  and  bani h'd  from  thy   fight  : 
Thine  ho'y  3°vs>  my   God,  reftare, 
And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  more. 

4.  Tho*  I  have  griev'd   thy  ipirit,    Lord, 
Thy  help  and   comfort  (til)   afford  ; 
And  let  a  wretch  come  mar  thy  throne 
To  p!=ad  the  meii's   of  thy  Son. 

5  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  king, 
is   all  the  faciifice  1  bring  ; 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  defpife 
A  broken  heart  for  facrilice. 

6  My  foul   lies  humbled  in  the   duff, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  fentence  jufl ; 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  five  the  foul  condemned   to  die. 

7  Then   will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways  ; 
Sinners  (hall  learn  thy  fov'reion  grace  ; 
1'il  hjad  them  to  my  Savior's   blood, 
And  they  fiull  praif?  a  pard'ning  God, 


PSALM  LI.  i2f 

8  O  may  thy  love  iofpire  my  tongue  I 
Solvation  mall  he  ali  my  fong,! 
And  all  my  pow*rs  fhaH  join   to  bltfs 
The  Lord  my  ftrength  and  rlghteoufnefs  I 

Psalm  51.     Part  1.     [C.  M.j 

r    X     ORD,  I  would  fpread  my  fere  difirefs 
I,  a    And  guilt  before  thine  eyes: 
Ag*in(l  thy  laws,  againft  thy  grace, 
How  high  my  cumes  ar.fe  r* 

2  Shouldft  thou  condemn  my  foul  to  hell. 

And  crulh  my  fldn  to  dud, 
Hsav'n  would  approve  thy  vengeance  well. 
And  earth  mud   own  it  julr. 

3  I  from  the  flock  of  Adam  cames 

Unholy  and  unclean  ; 
All  my  original  is  flume, 
And  all  my  nature  fia« 

4  Born  in  a  world  of  guilt,  I  drew 

Contagion  with  my  breath  ; 
And  as  my  days  advanced,  I  grew 
A  jufter  prey  for  deaih. 

5  Chanfe  me,  O  Lord,  and  cheer  my  fou! 

With  thy  forgiving  love  : 
O  !  make  my  broken  (pint  whole. 
And  bid  my  pains  remove. 

6  Let  not  thy  Spirit  quire  departj 

Nor  drive  me  from  thy  face; 
Create,  anew  my  vicious  heart, 
K 


122  PSALM  LIII. 

And  fill  it  with  thy  grace. 
7  Then  will  I  make  thy  mercy  known 
Before  the  fbns  of  men  ; 
Backfliders  (hall  addrefs  thy  throne, 
And  turn  to  God  again. 

Psalm  51.  Ver.  14— 17.  Part  2     [CM] 

1  /~\  GOD  of  mercy  !  hear  my  call, 
\J    My  load  of  prill  remove  ; 
Break  down  this  feparating  wall 

That  bars  me  from   thy  love. 

2  Give  me  the  prefence  of  thy  grace, 

Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 
Shall  fpeak  aloud  thy  righteoufnefs, 
And  make  thy  praife  my  fong. 

3  No  b!ood   of  goats,  nor  heifers  flain, 

For  fin  could   e'er  atone  : 
The  death  of  Chrift  (hall  (til!  remain 
Sufficient  and   alone. 

4  A  foul   oppreft  with   fin's  deferr, 

My  God   will  ne'er  defpife  ; 
A  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart, 
Is  our  belt  facrifice.  9 

Psalm  5$.  Ver.  4—6.  [C.  M.] 

i       A    RE  all  the  foes  of  Zion  fools, 
j[jL   Who  thus   devour  her  faints  ? 
Xjo  trey  rot  know  her  Savior   rules, 
And  pities  her  complaints  ? 


PSALM  LV.  123 

2  Thev  Ml  be  feiz'd  with  fad  furprife  ; 

For  God's  revenging  arm 
Scatters  the  bones  of  them  that  rife 
To  do  his  children  harm. 

3  To  va:n  the  fons  of  Satan  boaft 

Of  armies  in   array  ; 
When  God  hath  firft  defpis'd  their  hoft, 
They  fall  an  eafy  prey. 

4  O  for  a  word  from  Zion's   King, 

Her  captives  to  reftore ! 
Jacob  with   all  the  tribes  mail  fing, 
And    JuJah  weep  no  mere. 

Psalm 55.  Ver.  1—8   16— 1 3,  22.  [CM  ] 

1  f~\  GOD,  my  refuge  !  hear  my  cries, 
%J     Behold  my  flowing  tears  ; 

For  earth  and  hell  my  hurt  devife, 
And  triumph  in  my  fears 

2  Their  rage  is  leveii'd  at  my  life, 

My  foul  with  guilt  they  load, 
And  fill  my  thoughts  with  inward  (trife, 
To  (hake  my  hope  in  God. 

3  With  inward  pain  my  heart-firings   found, 

I  groan  with  ev'ry  breath  ; 
Horror  and  fear   bsrfet  me  round, 
Amongft  the  fhades  of  death. 

4  O  were  I  like  a  feathtr'd  dove, 

And  innocence  had  wings  ; 

I'd  fly,  and  make  a  long  remove, 

From  ail  thefe  refllcfs  things^ 


1*4  PSALM  LV. 

5  Le?  me  to  fome    v/:ld  ciefert  go, 
And  find  a  peaceful  home  ; 
Where  /ierms  of  malice  never  blow, 
Temp!2t*ons  re-.er  come, 
C  Vain  hopes,  and  vain  inventions  a!!, 
To  'fcape   the  rage  of  reil  ! 
The  mighty  God    en  whom  I  call 
Can  fave  me  here  as  welL 
pause.    . 

7  By  morning  light    I  1!  feek  Ms  face, 

At  noon  repeat  my  cry; 
The  nigh?  fin! I  hear  me  afk  his  grace, 
Nor  will  he  long  deny. 

8  God  (hall    preilrve  my  foul  from  fear, 

Or  (held  me  when  afraid  ; 

Ten  chcufand  ange!s  muft  appear, 

If  he  commands  their  aid. 

9  I  c::(l  my  burdens  en  the  Lord, 

The  Lord  fu (tains  them  a!!  ; 
My  courage  rtfts  upon  his  word, 
That   faints  (hail  never  fall. 
io  My  hightft  hopes  (hail  not  be  vain  ; 
My  lips  dial!    fpread  his  praife  ; 
While    cruel   and  deceitful  men 
Scarce  live  cut  half  their  days, 

rsALM55-  Vtr.  15  — 17,  19,  22.    [S.  M-] 
1    1"     ET   (inners    take   their  courfe, 

JLj    And  chcofe  the  read  to  dea  h  ; 

13ut  in  the  won'hip  of  my  God 
I'll  f^end  my  daily  breath. 


PSALM  LVX.  125 

2  My  thoughts  addrefs  his  throne, 

When  morning  brings  the  light  5 
I   feek  his  bkfilns  ev'ry   noon, 
And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 

3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 

O  my  eternal  God  ! 
While  finnrrs  perifn  in   furprife, 
Beneath  thine   angry  rod. 

4  Becaufe  they  dwell  at  eafe, 

And' no  fad  changes  feel, 
They  neither  fear  nor  truft  thy  name, 
Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 

5  But  I,  With  all  my  cares, 

Will  lean  upon    the  Lord  ; 
I'll  caft   my  burden  on  his  arm, 
And  reft  upon  his  word. 

6  His  arm    fhail  well  Curtain 

The  children  of  his  love  ; 
The  ground   on  which  their  fafety  ftands 
No  earthly  powV  can  move. 

Psalm  56.     [C.  M.] 

1  4~\  Thcu  !  whofe  juftice  reigns  on  high, 
\^J    And  makes  th'  oppreffer  ceafe  j 
Behold  how  envious  finners  try 

To  vex  and  break  my  peace. 

2  The  fons  of  violence  and  lies 

Join  to  devour  rac,  Lord  ; 
But  as  my  hourly   dangers  rife, 
K  2 


126  PSALM  LVI. 

My  refuge  is  thy  word. 

3  Id  God  moft  holy,  jurt,  and  true, 

I  have   repos'd    my  trud  j 
Nor  wll   I  fear  what  flefh    can  do, 
The  offspring  of  Lie  duft. 

4  They  wreft:    my  words  to  mifchief  ftiil, 

Charge  me  with    unknown  fauhs  ; 
Mischief  doth   all  their  ccunfels  fill, 
And  malice  all  their  thoughts. 

5  Shall  they  efcape  without  thy  frown  ? 

Muft  their  devices  (land  ? 
O  caft  the  haughty  (inner  down, 
And  let  him  know  thy  hand. 

PAUSE. 

6  God  counts  the  forrows  of  his  faints, 

Their  groans  affect  his   ears  ; 
Thou  haft  a   book  for  my  complaints, 
A  bottle  for   my  tears. 

7  When  to  thy  throne  I  raife  my  cry, 

The  wicked   fear   and  flee  ; 
So  fwift  is  pray'r  to  reach  the  (fcy, 
So  near  is  God  to  me. 

8  In  thee,  mod  holy,  juft,  and  true, 

1   have   repos'd  my  trufl ; 
Nor  will   I  fear  what  man  can  do, 
The  offspiing  of  the  du(t. 

9  Thy  folemn  vows  are  on  me,  Lord, 

Thou  (halt  receive  my  praife ; 

I'll  fing,  «  How  faithful  is  thy  word  ! 

•  How  righteous  all  thy  ways  ! 


PSALM  LVII.  127 

ic  Thou  haft  fecur'd  my  foul  from   death, 
O  fet  thy  pris'ner  free, 
That  heart  and  hand,  and  life  and  breath 
May  be  employM  for  thee, 

Psalm  J7.     [L.  M.] 

1  "j\  yt*  Y  God,  :n  whom  are  all  the  fprings 
J.VX    Of  boundlefs  love>  and  grace  un- 
known, 

Hide  me  beneath  thy  ipreading  wings, 
Till  the  dark  cloud   is  overblown. 

2  Up  to  the  heav'ns  I  fend  my  cry, 
The  Lord  will  my  defirss  perform  ; 
He  fends  his  angels  from  the  iky, 

And  faves  me  from  the  threat'ning  ftorm, 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  O   my  God  ! 
Above  the  heav'ns  where  angels  dwell  j 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy    wonders  tell. 

4  My  heart  is  fix'd  ;  my  fongs  (hall  raife 
Immortal  honors  to  thy  name  : 
Awake,  my  tongue,  to   found  his  praife, 
My    tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 

5  High  o'er  the  earth  his  mercy   reigns, 
And  reaches  to  the  utmoft  fky ; 

His  truth  to  endlefs  years  remains, 
When:  lower  worlds  difiblve  and  die. 

6  Be  thou  exalted*  O  my  God  ! 
Above  the  heav'ns  where  angels  dwell  j 


128  PSALM  LVIIL 

Thy  powV  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land   to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

Psalm  58.     As  the    113th  Pfalm. 

1  TUDGLS,  who  rule  the  world  by  laws, 
J       Will  ye   defpife  the  righteous  caufe, 

When  th'  injur'd  poor  before  you  ftands  ? 
Dare  ye  condemn  the  righteous  poor, 
And  let  rich  finners  'fcape  fecure, 

Whilegold  and  greatnefs  bribe  your  hands, 

2  Have  ye  forgot,  or  never  knew, 
That  God  will  judge  the  judges  too  ? 

High  in  the  heav'ns  his  juftice  reigns  j 
Yet  you  invade  the  rights  ot  God, 
And  fend  your  bold  decrees  abroad, 

To  bind  the  conference  in  your  chains, 

3  A  poifon'd  arrow  is  your    tongue, 
The   arrow  (harp,    the  poifon  ftrong, 

And  death  attends  where'er  it  wounds  : 
You  hear  no  counfcls.  cries,  or  tears  ; 
So  the  deaf  adder   Haps  her  ears 

Againfi  the  pow'r    of  charming  founds. 

4  Break  out  their  teeth,  eternal  God  I 
Thofe  teeth  of  lions  dy'd  in. blood; 

And  crufli  the  ferpents  in  the  dufr^ 
As  en  pty  cl^afF,  when  whirlwinds  rife, 
Before  the   fweeping  temped  fl.es, 

So  let  their  hopes  and  names   be  loft. 

5  Th'  Almighty  thunders  from  the  fky, 
Their  grandeur  melts,  their  titles  die* 


PSALM  LX.  129 

As  hills  of  (now  diflblve  and  run  ; 
Or  fnails  that  perifh  in  their  fiime, 
Or  births  that  come  before  their  time, 

Vain  births  that  never  fee  the  fun. 
S  Thus  fnaH  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord, 
Safety  and  joy  to  faints  afford  ; 

And  a!!  that  hear   (hall  join   and  &y} 
*  Sure  there's  a  God  thai  rules  on  high, 
'  A  God  that  hears  his  children  cry, 

'  And  will  their   furT' rings  well  repay.* 

Psalm  60.  Ver.  1 — 5,  10—12.   [C  .M.] 

t  ORD,  haft  thou  cad  the  nation  ofF? 

JL_J      Mufl  we  forever  mourn  ? 
Wilt  thou  iniulge  immortal  wrath  I 
Shall  mercy  ne'er  return  ? 
1  The  terror  of  one  frown   of  thine 
Melts  all  our  ftrength  away  ; 
Like   men  that  totter,  drunk  with  wine, 
We  tremble  in  difmay. 
5   Our  Zion  trembles  at  thy  ftroke, 
And  dreads  thy  threatening  hand; 
O  heal  the  people  thou  had  broke, 
Confirm  the  wav'ring  land. 
(.  Lift  up  a  banner  in  the  field 

For  thofe  that  fear  thy  name  1 
Save  thy  beloved  with  thy  fhield, 
And  put  our  foes  to  mame. 
;   Go  m  h  our  armies  to  the  fight. 
Like  a  confedVate  God  % 


23c         PSALM  LXI.  LXII. 

In  vain  confed'rate  pow'rs  unite 

Againfl:  thy  lifted  rod. 
6  Our  troops  (hall  gain  a  wide  renown, 

By  thine  affifting  hand  : 
'Tis  God  that  treads  the  mighty  down, 

And  makes  the  feeble  (land. 

Psalm  6i.     Ver.  i—6.     [S.M.] 

1  TTTHEN  overwhelm'd  with  grief, 

VV        My  heart  within  me  dies, 
Hefplefs  and  far  from  all  relief, 
To  heaven  I  lift  mine  eyes. 

2  O  lead  me  to  the  rock 

That's  high  above  my  head  ; 
And  mji<e  the  covert  of  thy  wings 
My  (belter  and   my  (hade. 

3  Wittrn  thy  preience,  Lord, 

For  ever  I'll  abide  ; 
Thcu  art  the  tow'r  of  ruy  defence. 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 

4  Thou  giveft  me  the  lot 

Of  thofe  that  fear  thy  name  ; 
If  endlefs  life  be  their  reward, 
I   (hall  poffefs  the  fame. 

Psalm  62.    Ver.  5 — 12.     [L.  M.] 

1    TV  /T  Y  fpirit  looks  to  God  alone, 

J.VX    My  rock  and  refuge  is  his  throne  ; 
In  all  my  fears,  in  all  my  (traits, 
My  foul  on  his  falvation  waits. 


PSALM  LXIII.  iji 

j  Truft  him,  ye  faints,  in  all  your  ways, 
Pour  out  your  hearts  before  his  face ; 
When  helpers  fail,  and  foes  invade, 
God  is  our  all  fufficient  aid. 

\  Falfe  are  the  men  of  high  degree, 
The  bafer  fort  are  vanity  ; 
Laid  in  the  balance,  both  appear 
Light  as  a  puff  of  empty  air. 

j.  Make  not   increafing  gold  your  truft, 
Nor  fet  your  heart  on  glitt'ring  duft  ; 
Why  will  you  grafp  the  fleeting  fmoke, 
And  not  believe  what  God  has  fpoke  r* 

j  Once  has  his  awful  voice  declar'd, 
Once  and  again  my  ears  have  heard, 
*  All  powV  is  his  eternal  due  ; 
'  He  mud  be  fear'd  and  trufted  too.' 

5  For  fov'reigp  pow'r  reigns  not  alone, 
Grace  is  a  partner  of  the  throne  , 
Thy  grace  and  juftice,  mighty  Lord, 
Shall  well  divide  our  l&ft  reward. 

Psalm  63*     Ver    1,  2,  3,  j.,  5. 
Parti.     [CM.] 

1  TT1  ARLY,  my  Gcd,  without  delay, 

£j      i  halte  to  feek  thy  face ; 
My  thirfty  fpirit  faints  away 
Without  thy  cheering  grace. 

2  So  pilgrims  on  the  fcotching  fand, 

Beneath  the  burning  fky, 


!32  PSALM  LXIIL 

Long  foi  a  cooling  ftream  at  hand, 
And  they  muft  drink  or  die. 

3  I've  feen   thy  glory  and  thy  pow'r 

Thro*  all  thy  temple  fhine  : 
Mv  God,  repeat  that  heav'nly  hour; 
That  vifion    fo  divine  1 

4  Not  all   the  blefliogs  of  a  feaft 

Can  pleafe   my   foul  fo  well, 
As  when    thy  richer  grace    I  tafte, 
And  in  thy  prefence  dwel'. 

5  Not  life  itfeif,  with  all  her  joys, 

Can  my  beft  paflions   move, 
Or  raife  fo  high  my  cheerful  voice, 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

6  Thus  till  my  lalt  expiring  day 

I'll  bleis   my  God  and  King: 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  fing. 

Psalm  63.    Ver.  6— 10.  Part  2.    [C  M.] 

1  'HT^  WAS  in  the  watches  of  the  night 

jl      I  thought  upon  thy  pow'r  ; 
1  kept  thy  lovely  face  in  li^ht 
Amidlt  the  dr.r!;e(t  hour. 

2  My  flcih   lay  retting  on    my  bed  ; 

My  foul  arofe  on  hi^h  ; 
*  My  God,  my  life,  my  hope,'  I  f.iid, 
1  Biing  thy  falvarion  nigh.' 

3  My  ipirit  labors  up  thine  hill, 

And  climbs  the  heav'nly  road  ; 


PSALM  LXIII.  uj 

But  thy  r'?ht   hand  upholds    me  fliil, 

While  I  purfue    my    Gad. 
Thy  mercy   ftretches  o'er  my  head 

The   fhadow    of  thy  wings  ; 
My  heart  rejoices  in   thine  aid, 

My  tongue  awakes  and  flags. 
But  the  deftroyers  of  my  peace 

Shall  fret   and   rage   in   vain  : 
The  tempter  fhail  for  ever  ceafe, 

And  a!)  my  fins  be  fliin. 
Thy  fwcrd  lhail  give  my  foes  to  death, 

And  fend  them  down  to  dwell 
In   the  dark  caverns  of  the  earth, 

Or  to  the  deeps  of  hell. 

Psalm  63.      [L.  M] 

reat  God,indu!gemy  humbb  c'aim  ; 
^Jif    Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  retl  j 
The  glories  that  compofe  thy  name 
Stand  all  engaged  to  make  me  bleft. 
Thou  great  and  good,  thou  jufl  and  wife, 
Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God  ! 
And   I  am  thine  by  facred  ties; 
Thy  Ton,  thy  {ervant,  bought  with  b'ood. 
With  heart,   and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands, 
For  thee  I   long,    to  thee  I  look  ; 
As  travellers  in  thirfty  lands, 
Pant  for  the  cooling  water-brook. 
L 


134  PSALM  LXIII. 

4  With  early  feet  I  love  t'appear 
Amcn^  thy  faints,    and   feek  thy  face  : 
Oft  have  I  feen  thy  glory  there, 

Ar.d  felt  the  pow'r  of  fov'reign  grace. 

5  Not  fruits  nor  wines    that  tempt  our  tafte, 
Ncr  ail  the  joys  our  fenfes  know3 

Could   make  me  fo  divinely  b!efr, 
Or  raife  my  cheerful  pafiion  fo. 

6  My  life  itfelf   without*  thy  love. 
No  tafte  cf  pleafure  could  afford  : 
'Twould  but  ?.  tirefome  burden    prove, 
If  I  were  banidvd  from  the  Lord. 

7  Amidfl:  the  wakeful  hours  of  night, 
When  bufy  cares  afflict  my  head, 
One  thought  of  thee  gives  new  delight, 
And  adds  refrvfhment  to  my  bed. 

3  I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raife  my  voice, 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praife  : 
This  work  (hall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  fpend  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

Psalm  63.      [S.  M.] 

Y  God,  permit  my  tongue 

This  joy,   to  call  thee  mine  ; 
And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 
To  ta(le  thy  love  divine. 

£    My  thirfty  fainting  foul 

Thy  mercy  doth  implore  : 
Not  travellers  in  defert  lands 
.Can  pant  for  water  raor?. 


PSALM  LXV.  135 

3  Within  thy  churches,   Lord, 

I  long  to  find  a  place  ; 
Thy  powV  and  glory  to  behold, 
'  And  feel  thy  qcick'ning  grace. 

4  For  life  without  thy  lovs 

No  relifh  can  afford  : 
No  joy  can  be  comparM  with  this, 
To  ferve  and  pleafe  the  Lord, 

5  To  thee  111  iift  my  hands, 

And  praife  thee  while  I  live: 
Not  the  rich  dainties  of  a   feaft 
Such  food  or  p'-eafure  give. 

6  In  wakeful  hoar  of  night, 

I  call  my  God  to  mind  : 
I  think  how  wife  thy  counfds  are, 
And  all  thy  dealings  kind. 

7  Since  thou  haft  been  my  rrelp, 

To  thee  my  fpirit  flies,  • 
And  on  thy  watchful  providence 
My  cheerful  hope  relies. 

8  The  fhadow  of  thy   wings 

My  foul  in  fafety  keeps  : 
I  follow  where  my  Father  leads, 
And  he  iuppons  my  fteps. 

Psalm  65,  Ver.  1—5.  Part  1.     [L.  M.J 

1  r  I  ^HE  praife  of  Zion  waifs  for  thee, 
ft.    My  Godj  and  praile  becomes  thy  hcufe  j 
'J  here  (hall  thy  faints  thy  glory  fee, 
And  there  perform  their  public  vows. 


136  PSALM  LXV. 

2   O  tl  cu,  wrofe  mercy  bends  the  fkies, 
To  fave  w!:en  humble  finners  pray  ; 
All  lands  to  thee  fhbll  lift  their  eyes, 
And  iflands  of  the  northern  fea. 
Againft  my  will   my  fins  prevail, 
But  prace  iha)l  purge  away  their  {lain  : 
The  blood  of  Chjffl  will  n;vcr  fail 
To  waft  try  garment  w!  ite  again. 

4  B.'eft  is  the  man  u  hom  thou  {halt  choofe, 
And  give   him  kind  accefs  to  thee  : 
Give  him  a  place  within  thy  hcufe, 

To  tafte  thy  love  divinely  free. 

PAUSE. 

5  Let  Babel  fear  when  Z:on  prays  : 
Babel  prepare  for  long  diftrefs, 
When  Zior/s  God  himfelf  arrays 
In  terror  and  in  righteooinefe. 

6  With  dreadful  glory  God  fulfils 
What  his  afhUfod  faints  requeft  ; 
And  with  almighty  wrath  reveals 
His  leve,   to  give  his    churches   refh 

7  Tien   dial!  the  flocking  naiior.s  run 
To  Zion's  hill,  and  own  their  Lord  : 
The   rifing  and  the  fetting  fun 
Shall  fee  the  Savior's  name  ador'd. 

Psalm  6$.  5—13.   Jftrt  2     [L.  M  } 

j    '""j""'  HE  Gcd  of  our  falvation  hears 

Jt    Tfce  groans  of  Zion,  m'x'd  with  tears; 


PSALM  LXV.  137 

Yet  when  he  comes  with  kind  defigns, 
Thro'  all  the  way  his  terror  fnines. 

2  On  him  the  race  of  man  depends, 
Far  as  the  earth's  remotefr.  ends, 
Where  the  Creator's  name  is  known 
By  nature's  feeble  light  alone. 

3  Sailors  that  travel  o'er  the  Sood, 
Addrefs  their  frighted  fouls  to  Gad, 
When  tempefls  rage  and  billows  roar, 
At  dreadful  diftance  from  the  more, 

4  He  bids  the  noify  tempefts  ceafe, 
He  calms  the  raging  crowd  to  peace, 
When  a  tumultuous  nation  raves, 
Wi'd  as  the  winds  and  loud  as  waves. 

5  Whole  kingdoms,  fhaken  by  the  ftorm9 
He  fettles  in  apeaceful  form  ; 
Mountains,  eftablifhed  by  his  hand, 
Firm   on  their  old  foundation  (land. 

6  Behold  K  his  enfigns  fweep  the  fky, 
New  comets  blaze  and  lightnings  fly 
The  heathen  lands»  with  fwift  furprize, 
From  the  bright  horrors  turn  their  eyes. 

7,  At  his  command  the  morning  ray 
Smiles  in  the  eaft,  and  leads  the  day  ? 
He  guides  the  fun's  declining  wheels 
Over   the  tops  of  wefrern. hills. 

8  SeaCons  and  times  obey  his  voice  j 
The  ev'ning  and  the  morn  rejoice 
Tq  fee  the  earth  made  foft  with  fliow'rs, 
h  3 


i38  PSALM     LXV. 

Laden,  with  fruit,  and  drefs'd  in  flowfc's. 
9   "'TIS  from  bis  wai'ry  (torts  ori  high 

He  ^ives  the  thirlly  ground  fnj>ply  ; 

He  walks   upon  the  clouds,  and  thence 

Doth  his  enriching  drops  difpenfe. 
20  The   defert  grows  a   fruitiefs  field, 

Abundant  food  the  rallies  yield  ; 

The  valiies  focut  with  cheerful  voice, 

/Vnd   neighbVipg  hills  repeat  their  joys, 
I  i    The  paftures  frail e  in  green  array, 

Their  iambs- and  larger,  cattle  play  ; 

The  larger  cattle  and  the  lamb, 

Each  in  his  language  fpeaks  thy  name. 
12  Thy  works  pronounce  thy  pow'r  divine  ; 

O'er  ev'ry  field  thy.  glories  mine, 

Tnro'  ev'ry  month  thy  gifts  appear  ; 

Great  God  I   thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year. 

Psalm  6$.     Part  1.    gC^Mi] 

1  "T)  R  A  ISE  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee3 
XT      There  (hall    our  vows  be  paid  : 
Thou  haft  an  ear  when  finners  pray, 

All  fleih  fhall  feek  thine  aid. 

2  Lord,  our  iniquities  prevail, 

But  pard'ning  grace  is  thine  : 
And  thou  wilt  grant  us  pow'r  and  fkill 
To  conquer  ev'ry  fin. 

3  Bleft  are  the  men  whom  thou  wilt  choofe, 

To  bring  them  near  thy   face  ; 
Give  them  a  dwelling   in  thine  houfe, 
To  feaft  upon  thy  grace.. 


■PSALM- LXV.  139 

4  In  anfwering  what  thy  church  requefts, 

Thy  truth  and  terror  (hine, 
And  works  of  dreadful  righieoufnefs 
Fulfil  thy  kind  defign. 

5  Thus  (hall  the  wond-ring  nations  iee 

The  Lord  is  good  and  jufl  : 
And  di(h*nt  iflands  fly  to  thee, 
And  make  thy  name  their  tru/L 

6  They  dread  thy  glittering  tokens,  Lord, 

When  (igns  in  heav'n  appear: 
But  they  (kail  learn  thy  holy  word, 
And  love  as  well  as  fear. 

Psalm  6$.     Part   2.     [C,  M.] 

1  ,rT~^  IS  by  thy  flrength  the  mountains  ftand, 

JL        God  cf  eternal  pow'r  ! 
The  fea  grows  calm  at  thy  command, 
And  tempefh  ceafe  to  roar. 

2  The  morning  light,  and  ev'ning  (hade, 

Succefltve  comforts  bring  ; 
Thy  plenteous  fruits  make  harveft:  glad, 
Thy  flow'rs  adorn  the  fpring 

3  Seafons  and  times,  and  moons  and  hours, 

Heav'n,  earth    and  air,  are  thine, 
When  clouds  diftil  in  fruitful  fhow'rs, 
The  author  is  divine. 

4  Thofe  wand'ring  ciderns  in  the  fky, 

Borne  by  the  winds  around, 

■With  wat'ry  treafures   well  fupply 

The  furrows  -of  the  ground, 


i4o  PSALM  LXV. 

5  The  tbirfty  ndges  drink  their  fill, 
And  ranks    of  corn  appear  ; 
Thy  ways  abound  with  bleffings  ftili, 
Thy  good nefs  crowns  the  year. 

Psalm  65.     Part  3.     [C  M.] 

I*  /^  COD  is  the  Lord,  the  heav'nly  King, 
\jJF      Who  makes  the  ear^h    Lis  c*re, 
Vifirs  the  paftures  ev'ry  fpring, 
And   bids  the  grals  appear. 

2  The  clouds,  like  rivers  rais'd  on  high, 

Pour  out  at  thv  command, 
Their  wat'ry  blefllngs  from  the  fky, 
To  cheer  the  thirfty  land. 

3  The  iofien'd   ridges  of  the  field 

Permit  the  corn    to  fpring  ; 
The  vallies  rich  provifion  yield, 
And  the  poor  lab'rers  fing. 

4  The  little  hills  on  ev'ry  fide 

Rejoice  at  falling  fhow'is  ; 
The  meadows,  drefs'd  in  ail  their  pride, 
Perfume  the  air  with  flow'rs. 

5  The  barren  clods,  refrt-lVd  with  rain, 

Promife  a  joyful  crop  ; 
The  parched  ground  looks  green  again, 
And  raife  the  reaper's  hope 

6  The  various  months  thy  goodntfs  crowns, 

How  bounftous  are  tby  ways  ! 
The  bluing  flocks  fpread  o'er  the  downs, 
And  fhepherds  fhout  thy  praife, 


PSALM  LXVI,  14! 

Psalm  66.     Part  1.     [C.  M.J 

ING,  all  ye  nations,  to  the  Lord, 
Sing   with  a  joyful  noife  ; 
With  melody  of  found  record 

His   honors,  and  your  joys. 
Say  to  the  pow'r  that  (hakes  tbeiffcy, 

*  How  terrible  art  thou  ! 
'Sinners  before  thy  pre  fence  fly, 

*  Ot  at  thy  feet  they  bow.' 
[Come,  fee  the  wonders  of  our  God, 

How  glorious  are  his  ways  ! 
In  Moles'  band  he  puts  his  rod, 

And  cleaves  the  frighted  feas. 
He  makes  the  ebbing  channel  dry, 

While  Jfr'el  pafs'd  the  flood  5 
There  did  the  church  begin    their  joy, 

Aad  triumph  in  their  God  ] 
He  rules  by  his  refiftiefs  might ; 

Will  rebel  mortals  dare 
Provoke  th'  Eternal  to  the  fight, 

And  tempt  that  dreadful  war  ? 
O  bltfs  our  God,  and  never  ccafe, 

Ye  faints  fulfil  his  praife  : 
He  keeps  our  life,  maintains  our  peace, 

And  guides  our  doubtful  ways. 
Lord,  thou  baft  prov-d  pur  fufPring  fouls, 

To.  make  our  graces  fhine;.^ 
So  filver  bears  the  burning  coals, 

The  m  tal  to  refine. 


r42      PSALM  LXVL  LX'VII. 

8  Thro*  wat'ry  deeps  and  fury  ways 
We    march  at  thy  command, 
Led  to  poiTtfs  the  promisM  place 
By  tnihe  unerring  hand. 

Psalm  66.  Ver.  13—20.  Part  2.   [C.M.J 

1  XTOW  (hall  my  folemn  vows  be  paid 
jj%l       To  that  almighty  pow'r, 

That  heard  the  long  requefi:  l  made 
In  my  diftrefsful  hour. 

2  My  lips  and  cheerful  heart  prepare 

To   make  his  mercies  known  ; 
Come,  ye  that  fear  my  GoJ,   and  hear 
The  wonders  he  has  done. 

3  When  on  my  head  huge  furrows  fell, 

I  fought  his  heav'r.ly  aid  ; 
He  fav'd   my  finking  foul  from  hell, 
And  death's  eternal  fhade. 

4  If  fin  lay  cover'd  in  my  heart, 

While  pray'r  empioy'd  my  tongue, 
The  Lord  had  fhewn  me  no  regard, 
Nor   I    his  praifes  fung. 

5  But  God  (his  name  be  ever  bleft  !) 

Hath   let  my  fprit  free, 
Nor  turn'd  from  him  my  poor  re  quell, 
Nor  turn'd  his  heart  from  me. 

Psalm  67.      [C.  M.] 

HINE,  mighty  God  !   on  Zioh  mine 
Wi:h  beams  ofheav'nly  grace: 


■s 


PSALM   LXVIII.  143 

Reveal  thy  pcw'r  through  a!4  our  coafts, 
And  {hew  thy  fmiling  face. 
!   [Amidft  our  land  exalted  high 
Do  thou  our  glory  (land  ; 
And  like  a  wall  of  guardian  fire 
Surround  the  fav'rite  land. 3 
3  When  mall  thy  name  from  fnore  to  more, 
Sound   all  the  earth  abroad, 
And  difrant  nations  know  and  love 
Their  Savior  and  their  God  ? 
4.  Sing  to   the  Lord,   ye  diftant  lands, 
Sing   loud  with  folemn  voice  ; 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  exalt  his  praife, 
And  ev'ry  heart  rejoice. 
5   He,  the  great  Lord,  the  fov'reign  judge, 
That  fits  enthron'd  above, 
Wifely  commands  the  world  he  made 
In  juftice  and  in  love. 
5  Earth  (hail  obey  her  Maker's  will, 
And  yield  2  full  increafe  ; 
Our  God  will  crown  his  chofen  land 
With  fruitful nefs. and  peace. 
7  God,   the  Redeemer,   fcatters  round 
His  choice" ft  favors  here  ; 
While  the  creation's. utmoft  bound 
Shall  fee,  adore,  and  fear. 

Psalm  63.  Ver.  1—6,  $$—35.  [L.  M.]. 

I    T"     ET  God  arlfe  in  aii  his  might, 
JLi   And  put  the  troops  of  hell  to. flight, 


j4*  PSALM  LVIII. 

As  fmcke,  that  fought  to  cloud  the  flcie?, 
Before  the  rifmg  tempeft  flies. 

2  [He  comes  array'd  in  burning  flames  ; 
Justice  and  vengeance  are  his  names  : 
Behold,  his  fainting  foes  expre 

Like  melting  wax  before  the  lire  !] 

3  He  rides  and  thunders  thro'  the  flcy  ; 
His  name,  Jehovah,  founds  en  high  ; 
Sing  to  his  name,  ye  fons  of  grace  ; 
Ye  faints  rejoice  before  his  face. 

4  The  widow   and  the  fatherlefs 
Fly  to  his  aid  in  fharp  diftrefs  ! 
In  him  the  poor  and  he'plefs  find 
A  judge  that's  juil,  a  father  kind. 

5  He  breaks  the  captive's  heavy  chain, 
And  pris'ners  f.'e  the  ItgBl  again  ; 
But  rebels  that  difpute  his   will 

Shall  dwe!!  in  chains  and  darknefs  Oil!. 

PAUSE. 

6  Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong  ; 
Crown  him,  ye  nations,  in  your  fong  ; 
His  wondrcus  names  and  pow'rs  rehearfe  ; 
His  honors  mail  enrich  your  vcrfe. 

7  He  makes  ti,e  heav'ns  with  loud  alarms  ; 
How  terrible  is   God  in  arms  ! 

Tn   If; 'el  are  his  mercies  known  ; 
Ifr'cl  is  his    peculiar  throne. 

8  Proclaim  him  king,  pronounce  hin  bleft, 
He's  your  defence,  your  joy,   your  re(t ; 


PSALM  LXVIII,  145 

When  terrors  rife,  and  nations  fain?, 
God  is  the  ftrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 

Psalm  68.  Ver.  17,  18.  Part  2.    [L.  M.] 

1  T     QRD,  when  thou  didftafcend  on  high, 
JL_J      Ten  thcufand  angels  6!!'d  the  fky : 

Thofe  heav'nly  guards    around  thee  wait, 
Like  chariots  that  attend  thy  Mate: 

2  Not  Sinai's  mountain  cojld  appear 

More  glorious,  wren  the  Lord  was  there  ; 
While  he  pronoune'd  his  dreadful  law, 
And  i'rruck  the  choien  tribes  with  awe. 

3  How  bright  tKe  triumph  none  can  tell, 
When  the   rebellious  powers  of  hell, 
That  thoufand  feu's  had  captives  made, 
Wtre  all  in  chains  l.ke   captives  led. 

^.  Rais'd  by  his  Father  to  the  throne, 
He  fent  the  pro.-nis  d   Spirit  down, 
With  gifts  and   grace  for  rebel    men. 
That  God  might  dwe!l  on   earth  again. 

Psalm  68.     Ver.  19,9,20 — 22.     Part  3; 
[L.   M] 

i    ~\~$T  £  kiefs  lbe  Lord, the  juft,  thegood, 
V  V      W,ho  fills  our  hearts  with  joy  and 
food  ; 
Who  pours  his   bJeffingg  from  the  fl-des, 
And  loads   our  days  with  rich  f jppl-.es. 
2   He  fends  the  fun  his  circuit  round  ; 
To  cheer  the  fruits,  to  warm  the  ground  j 
M 


i46  PSALM  LXIX. 

He  bids  the  clouds    with  plenteous  fain 
Refrtfh  the  thirfty  earth  again. 

3  'Tis  to  his  care   we  owe  our  breath, 
And   ail  our  near  efcapes  from  death  : 
Safety   and  health    to  God  belong; 

He  heals  the  weak  and  guards  the  flron£» 

4  He  makes  the  faint  and  tinner  prove 
The  common  blc-fiings  of  his  love  ; 
But  the  wide  difFrence  that  remains 
Is  endlefs  joy,  or  endlefs  pains. 

5  The  Lord,  that  bruis'd  the  ferpcnt's  head* 
On  ail  rhe  ferpent's  iecd  i)ta!l  tread  ; 
The  ftubborn    finner's   hop?  confound, 
And  finite  him  with  a  lilting  wound. 

6  But   his  right  hand  his  faints  ihall   fail's 
From  the  deep  earth  or  deeper  Teas  ; 
And  bring  them  to  his  courts  above, 
There  (hall  they  tafle  his  ipecial  love. 

Psalm  69.  Ver.  1  — 14.  Part  1.    [C.  M.] 

1  *  Q  AVE  me,  C  God;  the  (Veiling  floods 

C3      '  Break  in  upon  my  foul  : 
*  I    link,  and  for.-GWs  o'er  my  hsad 
'  Like  mighty   waters  roll. 

2  *  I  cry  till  ail  my  voice  be  gone  ; 

*  In  tears  I   wafte  the  day  : 

'  My  God,  behold  my  longing  eyes, 
'  And  friorten  thy  delay. 

3  *  They  hate   my  feu!  without  a  caufe, 

*  And  (HI!  their  number  grows 


PSALM  LXIX,  147 

*  More   than  the  hairs  around  my  bead, 

*  And  mighty  are   my  foes, 

$.  *  'Twas  then  I  paid  that  dreadful  debt 
'  That  men  could  never  pay, 

*  And  gave  thofe  honors  to  thy  law* 

«  Which  tinners  took  away.' 
£  Thus   in  the  preat  Mediae's  name 
The  royal    Prophet  mourns  ; 
Thus  he  awakes  our  heart  to  grief, 
And  gives  us  joy   by  turns. 

6  *  Now  (hail  the  faints  rejoice,  and  find 

*  Salvation   in  thy  name  ; 

'  For  1  have  borne  their  heavy  load 

*  Or  forrew,  pa;n  and  fhame. 

7  '  Grief,  like  a  garment,  cloth'd  me  round, 

*  And  iackcloth  was  my  c*refs, 
'While  I  procurd  for  naked  fouls 

*  A  robe  of  righteoufnefs. 

8  '  Among!!  my  brethren  and  the  Jews 

'  I  like  a  flranger  flood, 
'  And  bore  their  viie  reproach,  to  bring 

*  The  Gentiles  near  to  God. 

9  '  I  came  in   finful  mortals    (lead 

*  To  do  my  Fafher's  will  ; 

'  Yet  when   I  c!eans"d  my  father's  hcufe, 
1  They  fcandaliz'd  my  zeal. 

10  '  My  fading,  and  my   holy  groans 

1  Were  made  the  drunkard's  fong  ; 
'  But  God  from  his  celeftia!  throne 

*  Heard  my  complaining  tongue, 


H3  psalm  lxix, 

i  i   *  He  fav'd  me  from  the  dreadful  deep, 
1  Nor  !et  my  foul   be  drown'd  ; 

*  He  rais'd  and  fix'd  my  finking  feet 

■  On  well  eftablifhM  ground.    - 
12   ■  'Twas  in  a  moft  accep'ed  hour 

*  My  pray'r  arofe  on  high, 

*  And  for  rny  fake  my  God  fhal!  hear 

*  The  dying  tinner's  cry.* 

Fs alm  69     Vcr    14 — 2r,  26,  29.  32. 

Part  2     [C.  M.] 

j    "VTOW  let  our   lips  with  holy  fear 
JlSI      And  mournful  pleafure  finp, 
'i  he    fuff'rings  of  our  great  high  prieft, 
The  forrov  s  of  our  king. 

2  Ke  fi:  ks  in  fiords  of  deep  diflrefs  ; 

How  high  the  waters  lifr  ! 
While  to  his  heavenly  Father's  ear 
He  fends  per;e:ua!  cti  s. 

3  l  Hear  me.  O  Lord,  and  fave  thy  Sor, 

4  Nor    hide  thy  mining  face  ; 

*  Why  mould  thy  r&v'rite  look,  like  one 

*  Fbrfaken  of  thy  grace. 

4.  *  With  rajje   they    perfecute  the  mao 

*  That  groar.s  beneath  thv  wound, 

*  While  tor  a  facrifice  I  pour 

*  My  ii^e  upon  the  ground 

t  «  T!  ey  t»ead   my  honor  to  the  dufr, 

*  And  laugh  when  1  complain, 

f  Thtir  iharp  infuhing  flaoders  add 


PSALM   LXiX.  149 

i  Frefh  anguifh  to  my  pain. 

6  *  All  my  reproach  is  known  to  thee, 

*  The  fcandal  and  the  fhame  ; 

'  Reproach  has  broke  my  bleeding  heart, 

*  And  lies  defil'd   my  name. 

7  *  I  look'd   for  pity,   but  in  vain  ; 

'  My  kindred  are  my  grief : 
'  I  a.fk  my  frieads  for  comfort  round, 
4  But  meet  with  no  relief. 

8  *  With  vinegar  they  mock  my  thirft  ; 

*  They  give  me  gall  for  food  : 

'  And,  (porting  with  -my  dying  groans, 

*  They  triumph  in  my  blood. 

9  *  Shine  into  my  diftreffed   foul, 

'  Let  thy  companion  fave  ; 
«  And  tho'  my  flefh  fink   down  to  death, 

*  Redeem  it  from  the  grave. 
io*I  (hall  arife  'o  praife  thy  name, 

*  Shall  reign  in   worlds  unknown  ; 
'And  thy  fal-vation,  O  my  God, 

*  Shall  feat  me  on  thy  throne.' 

Psalm  69.     Part  3.     [C.  M.] 

1  X7  AT  HER,  I  fi >g  thy  wond'rous  grace, 
.J..      I  blefs  my  Savior's  name  ; 

He  bought  falvation  for  the  poor, 
And  bore   the  dinner's  fhame. 

2  His  deep  diftrefs  hath  rais'd  us  high, 

His  duty  and  his  zeai 
Ma 


iro  PSALM   LXIX. 


*> 


FuiHil'd  the  law  which  mortals  broke. 
And  finjfh'd  a'l  thy  wiH. 

3  His  dying   groans,  his  liviro  foo'gs, 

Shall  better  pleafe   ray  God, 
Than  harp  or  trumpet's    folernn  found, 
Than  pofat's  or  bullock  s  blood. 

4  This  (hall  his  humble  follow' rs  fee, 

And    fet  their  hearts   at  re  it  ; 
They  by  his  death  draw  near  to   thee, 
And    live  forever  biefir. 

5  Let  !  eav'n,  and  ai)  that  dwell  on  high, 

To    God  tffcir  voices    rale, 
While  rand's  and  leas  affift  th.  Iky, 
And  j^nt'  advance  the  praife. 

6  Z>on   is  thine,  moft   holy  Gad  ; 

Thy  Son  (hall  biffs  her  gates, 
And  glory  purchased  by  his  blood 
For  thy  own    Ift'e)  waits. 

Psalm  69.     Part  1.      [L.  M.] 

EEP  in  our   hearts  let  us  record 
The  deeper  forrows    of  our  Lord  ; 
Behold  !  the  rifiog  billows  roil 
To  overwhelm   his  hcly  foul. 
In  Song  complaints  he  fiends  his  breath, 
While  hofis  of  hell,   and  pow'rs  of  death, 
And  a'l  the  fons  of  malice,  join 
To  execute  their  curfr  dtfi  n. 
Yer,  naciou"  God,  thy  pow'r  and  love, 
Has  nsaoe  the  curie  a  blfTi  g  prove? 


PSALM  LXJX.  151 

Thofe  dreadful  fufPrings  of  thy  Son 
Aton'dfor  fins  which  we  had  done. 

4  The  pangs  of  cur  expiring  Lord 
The   honors  of  thy  law  relior'd  ; 
His  fcrrows  made  thy  jufiiee  known, 
And  paid  for  follies  not  his  own. 

5  O  !  for  his  fake   our  guilt  forgive, 
And  kt  the  mourning  (inner  live  ; 
rIYe  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his  name, 
Nor  fhal!  our  hope  be  turned  to  Hiame. 

Psalm  69.    Ver.  7,  &c.   Part  2.    [L.  M.] 

WAS  for  thy  fake,  eternal  God, 

Thy  fon  fuftain'd  that  heavy  load 
Ot  bale  reproach   and   lore  dif-irace, 
And  fnan  e  defiPd  his  facred  face. 

2  The  Jews,    his  brethren   and    his   kin, 
A  bus  d  the  man  that  check'd  their  fin  : 
While  he  fulfrl'd  thy  hoy  laws, 
They  have  him,  but  without  a  caufe, 

3  [k  My  Father's  houfe,  (faid  he)  was  mads 
*  A  place  for  wcrfhip,  not  for  trade  ;" 
Then  fcatt'ring  ail  their  go  d  and  brafs, 
He  fcourg'd  the  merchants  from  the  place. 

4  Z-al  for  the  temple  or  his  God 
Confum'd   his  life,  expos'd  '..is  blood  : 
Reproaches  at  tHy  glory  thrown 

He  felt,  and  mourn 'd  them  as  his  own.] 

5  [His  friends  forlook,  his  toilow'rs  fl:d, 
While  ims  and  arms  furround  h;s  head? 


i52  PSALM    LXXI. 

They  curfe  him  with  a  fland'rous  tongue 
And  the  falfe  judge  maintains  the  wrong.]] 

6  His  life  they  load  with  hateful  lies, 
And  charge  his  lips  with  blafphemies  : 
They  nail  him  to  the  fhameful  tree  ; 
There  hung  the  man  that  dy'd  for  me. 

7  [Wretches,  with  hearts  as  hard  as  (tones, 
Jnfult  his  p  ety  and  groans  ; 

Gall  was  the  food  they  gave  him  there, 
And  mock'd  his  third  with  vinegar  J 

8  But  God  beheld,    and  from  his  throne 
JViarks  cut  the  men  that  hate  his  Son  ; 
The  hand  that  rais'd  him  from  the  dead 
Shall  pour  due  vengeance  on  their  head. 

Psalm  71.  Ver.  5 — 9.     Part  1.    £C.  M.] 

1  1\/TY  God,  my  everlafting  hope, 
JLV X      I  l^e  upon  thy  truth  : 

Thy  hands  have  held  my  childhood  up, 
And  ftrengthen'd  al!  my  youth. 

2  Jvly  flefh  was  fafhion'd  by  thy  pow'r, 

With  all  thefe  hmbs  of  mine  : 
And  from   my  mother's  painful  hour 
I've  been  enirely  thine. 

3  Still  has  my  life  new  wonders  feen 

Repeated  ev'ry  year  : 
Behold  my  days  that  yet  remain, 
I  trull  them  to  thy  care. 

4  Caft  me  not  off  when  (trength  declines, 

When  hoary  hairs  ante  ; 


PSALM  LXXT.  15s 

And  round  me  ret  thy  glory  fhine, 

Whene'er  thy  fervant  dies. 
Then  in  the  hift'ry  of  my  ape, 

When  men  review  my  days, 
They'll  read  thy  love  in  ev'ry  page, 

In  ev'ry  line  thy  praife. 

Psalm    7c      15,    14,    16,    23,    22,.    24. 
Part  2.    [C.  M.] 

1  1%  fW  Y  Savior,  my  almighty  friend, 
JLVjL      When  I  begin  thy  praife, 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers   end, 

The  numbers  of  thy  grace? 

2  Thou  art  my  everlafling  truft, 

Thy  goodnefs   I  adore  ! 
And  fince  I  knew  thy  graces  firft, 
I  fp^ak  thy  glories  njore. 

3  My  feet  {hall  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celeitial  read, 
And  march  with  courage  in  thy  (Irength, 
To  fee  my  Fathei  God, 

4  When  I  am  fiii'd  with  fore  dilirefs 

For  fome  furprifi^g   fin, 
I'll  plead  thy  perfecl  ri^hteoufnefs, 
And  mention  cone  but  th  ne. 

5  How  will  my  lips   rej  ;:ce  :o  teil 

The  vicl  ries  of  my  King  ! 
My  foul,  redeemed  for*  fia  and  hell, 
Shall    thy  falvation   fing. 

6  [My  tongue  matt  a  1  the   day  proclaim 

My  Savio?  and  my  God  | 


i54-  PSALM  LXXI. 

Kis  death  hath  brought  my  foes  to  {hame* 
And  drown M  them  in   his  blood. 
7   Awake,  avrake,  my  tuneful  pow'rs  j 
With   this  delightful  fong 

I'll  entertain  the  darkeft  hours, 
Nor  thick  the  feafon  long  3 

Psalm  71.  Ver.  17—21.  Part  3.  [C.  M.] 

1  S~*\  OD  of  my  childhood,  and  my  youth i 

V_X      The  guide  of  aSI  my  days, 

1  have  declar'd  thy  heav'nly  truth, 

And  told  shy  wond'rous  ways. 

2  Wiit  tbcu  forlake  my  hoary  hairs, 

And  leave  my  fainting  heart  ? 
Who  (hall  fufbio  my  finking  years, 
If  God  my  flrength  depart  f 

3  Let  me   thy  pow'r  and  truth  proclaim 

To  the  furviving  age, 
And  leave  a  faver  of  thy  name, 
When  I  (ha! I  quit  the  frage. 

4  The  land  of  flience  and  of  death 

Attends  my  next  remove  ; 
O  !  may  tiefe  poor  remains  of  breath 
Teach  the  wide  world  thy  love. 

PAUSE. 

5  Thy  righteoufntfs  is  deep  and  high  ; 

Uniearchable  thy  deeds  : 
Thy  glory  ipreads  beyepd  the  fky, 
And  all  my  pra  fe  exceeds. 

6  Oft  have  I  heard  thy  threar'nings  roar, 

And  eft  endur'd  Jbe  grief  ; 


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PSALM  LXXII.  i55 

But  when  thy  hand  hath  prefs'd  rae  fore, 
Thy  grace  w^s  my  relief. 

7  By  long  experience  have  I  known 

Thy  fov'reign  pow'r  to  fave  ; 
At  thy  command    I  venture  down 
Securely  to  the  grave. 

8  When  T  lie  buried  d^ep  in  duft, 

My  fl^m  ftia'l  be  thy  care  3 
Tbcfs  with'ring  limbs  with  thee  I  tfujts 
To  raife  them  Rronp  and  fair. 

Psalm  72.     Part   J.     [L.  M.j 

1  /^  REAT  God,  whofe  univerfaf  fway 
\jJT  The  known  &  unknown  worlds  obey  \ 
Now  give  the  kingdom  to  thy  Son, 
Extend  his  pow'r,  exa't  his  throne. 

2  Thy  fceptre  well  becomes  his  hands, 
All  heav'n  fubmits  to  his  commands  ; 
His  juftice  mall  revenge  the  poor, 
And  pride  and  rage  prevail  no  more. 

3  With  pow'r  he  vindicates  thejufr, 
And  treads  th*  opprefibr  in  the  dutl ; 
His  worfhip  and  his  fea>   mall  laft, 

Till  hours,  and  years,   and   time  be  paft. 

4  As  rain  on  meadows  newly  mown, 
So  fhall  he  fend  his  influence  down's 
His  grace  on  fainting  fouls  diftiHs, 
Like  heav'n'y  dew  on  thirfty  hills. 

5  The  heathen  lands  that  lie  beneath 
The  fhades  of  over- Spreading  deathj 


156  PSALM  LXXII. 

Revives  at  his  firft  dawning  light, 
And  deferts  blofTom  at  the  fight. 
6  The  faints  fhall  flourim  in  his  davs, 
Dreft  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  praife  ; 
Peace,  like  a  liver,  from  his  throne 
Shall  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown. 

Psalm    72.      Part  2.      [L,  M.] 

1  TESUS  fhall  reign  where'er  the. fun 

*|       Does  his  fucceflive  journiT-s  run  : 
His  kingdom  ftretch  from  fhore  to  more, 
Till  moons  fhall  wax  and  wane  no-more. 

2  [Behold  •  the  iflands  with  their  kings, 
And  Europe  her  bed  tribute  brings  : 
From  north  to  fouth  the  princes  msct 
To  pay  their  homage  at  ins  feet. 

3  There  Perfia,  g'orious   to  behold, 
There  India  fnines  in  eaflern  gold  ; 
And  barb'rous  nations  at  his  word 
Submit,  and  bow,  and  own  their  Lord. 

4  For  him  fiiall  endlefs  prayer  be  made, 
And  praifes  throng  to  croy/n  r  is  head  ; 
His  name,   like  Tweet  perfume,  (hill  rife 
With  ev3ry  rooming  facrifice. 

5  P-ople  and  realms  of  ev'ry  tongue, 
Dwell  on   his  love. with  fwettelt  fong  ; 
And  infants'  voices  fhall  proclaim 
Their  early  bh- flings  on  h«s  name. 

6  B!<fiings  abound  whue'er  he  reigns  : 
The  pris'ner  leaps  to  lufe  his  chains  j 


PSALM  LXXIII.  157 

The  weary  find  eternal  reft, 

And  all  the  Tons  of  want  are  bltfl. 

7  [Where  he  driprays  firs  heading  pow'r, 
Death  and  the  curfe  are  known  no  more  ; 
In  him  the  tr'.bes  of  Adam  boaft 

More  bi-ffings  than  their  father  loft. 

8  Let  ev'ry  creature  rife  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  their  K'ng  ; 
Angels  defcend  with  Fongis  again. 
And  Earth  repeat  the  loud   A  men.]] 

Psalm    73.      Part  r.      [C.  M.] 

1  VTOW  I'm  convinc'd  the  Lord  is  k'nd 
X  ^       To  men  of  heart  fmcere.;" 

Yet  once  my  fopllfh  thoughts  repin'd, 
And  border'd  on  defpair. 

2  I  griev'd  to  fee  the  wicked  thrive, 

And  fpoke  with  angry  breath, 

*  Kow  pleafant  and  profane  they  live  ! 

'  How  peaceful  is  their  death  ! 
^  *  With  well  fed  $e(h  and  haughty  eyes, 

*  They  Jay  their  fears  to  fieep  ; 
'Again!!  the  heavens  their' (landers  rife, 

*  While  faints  in   Jaience  weep. 

4  '  In  vain  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 

'  And  cleanfe  my  heart  in  vain  ; 

*  For  I  am  cbaften'd  all  the  day, 

*  The  night  renews  my  pain.' 

5  Yet  while  my  tongue  indnlg'd  complaints, 

I  fch  my  heart  reprove, 
N 


j53  PSALM  LXXIIL 

'  Sure  I  fhnl!  thus  offend   thy  faints, 
*  And  grieve  the  men  I  love.' 

6  But  fliii  I  Found  my  doubts  too  hard, 

The  confl  £t  too  fevere, 
Till  I  retir'd  to  fearch  thy  word, 
And  learn  thy  fecrets  there. 

7  There,  as  in  fome  prophetic  giafs, 

I  faw  the  finner's  feet 
High  mounted  on  a  flipp'ry  place, 
Btfide  a  fiery  pit. 

8  I  heard  the  wretch  profanely  boaft, 

Fill  at  thy  frowns  he  ft  11  ; 
His  honors  in  a  dream  were  iou, 
And  he  awakes  in  hell. 

9  Lord,   what  an  envious  fool  I  was  ! 

How  like  a  thoughtlefs  beaft ! 
Thus   to  fufpeet  thy  promis'd  grace, 
And  think  the  wicked  blefr. 

10  Yet  was  I  kept  from   fell  defpair, 

Upheld  by  pow'r  unknown  ; 
That  b!  fled  hand   which  broke  the  foare, 
Shall  guide  me  to  thy  throne. 

Psalm  73.  Ver.  23—28.  Fart  2.  [C.  M.] 

OD,  my  fupporter  and  my  hope, 
My  help  forever  near, 
Time  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up, 

When  finking  in  defpair. 
Thy  courfc.'s,  Lord,  fliali  cuide  my  feet 
Through  this  dark  wildernefs  ; 


PSALM  LXXVII.  16.7 

Psalm  77.,  Part  2.      [C.  M.] 

1  «  T  TOW  awful  is  thy  chaft'ning  rod  V 

JL  JL      (May  thine  own  children  fay) 
'  The  great,  the  wife,  the  dreadiu!  God ! 
*  How  holy  is  bis  way!' 

2  1*11  meditate  his  works  of  old  ; 

The  King  that  reigns  above  ! 

I'll  hear  his  ancient  wonders  told, 

And  learn   to  trufl  his  love* 

3  Long  did   the  houfe  of  J'ofeph   lie 

With  Egypt's  yoke  oppreft  : 
Long  he  delay'd  to  hear  their  cry, 
Nor  gave  his  people  reft. 

4  The  fons  of  good  old  Jacob  feem'd 

Abandon'd   to  their  fees  ; 

But  his  almighty  arm  redeemed 

The  nation  that  he  ehofe. 

5  Ifr*el,  his  people,  and  his  meep> 

Muft  follow  where  re  calls  : 
Ke  bids  them  venture  thro*  the  deep. 
And  makes  the  waves  their  walls* 

6  The  waters  faw  thee,  mighty  God  1 

The  waters  faw  thee  come  ; 
Backward  they  fled,  and  frighted  {food* 
To  make  thine  armies  room 

7  Strange  was  thy  journey  thro*  the  £a  » 

Thy  ioo'fteps,  Lord,  unknown  : 
Terrors  attend  the  wond*rous  way 
That  brings  thy  mercies  down • 


168  PSALM  LXXVIII. 

8    [Thy  voice,  wih  terror  in   the  found, 
Thro'  clouds  and  datknefs  broke  ; 
All   heav'n  in  lightning  fnor.e  around, 
And  earth  with  thunder  mook. 
<p  Thine  arrows  thro'  the  ffcies  were  hurl'd  ; 
How  glorious  is  the  Lord  ! 
Surprife  and  trembiing  feiz'd  the  world, 
And  his  own  faints  aoor'd. 
10  He  gave  them  water  from  the  reck, 
And  fafe  by    Mofes'  hand 
Thro*  a  dry  defert  led  his  i&ock 
Home  to  the  promis'd  land.] 

Psalm  7S.     Part  r.     £C.  M] 

ET  Children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 
Which   God  perform'd  if  nj.i  ; 
Which  in  our  younger  years  we  fa 7/, 
And  which  our  faihers  told. 

2  He  bids  us  make  his  glaives  known  : 

His  works  of  pew'r  and  grace  ; 
And  we'il  convey  his  wonders  down, 
Tf.ro'  ev'ry  tiling  race. 

3  Our  lips  frail  tell  them  to  cur  fons, 

And  they  again  to  theirs  ; 
That  generations  yet  unbein 

May  teach  them  to  their  heirs. 
.4  Thus  mall  they  learn  in  God  alone 

Their  hope -fecurely  ftands  : 
That  they  may  ne'er  forget  his    worki, 

But  praclife  his  commands. 


PSALM  UCXV1II.  i% 

Psalm    78.     Part  2.     [C.   M,] 

OWH^T  a  ftiff rebellious  houfe 
Was  Jacob's  ancient  race  I 
Falfe  to  their  own  molt  fblcrnn  vo-vs, 

And  to  their   Maker's  grace. 
They  broke  the  cov'nant  oc  his  love, 

And  did  his  laws  defpife, 
Forgot  the  woiks  h?  wrought  to  prove 

His  pow'r  before  their  ey^?. 
They  favv  the  plagues  on  Egypt  light 

From  his  revenging  hand  : 
What  dreadful  tokens   of  his  might 

Spread  o'er  the  (lubborn  land. 
They   faw  him  cleave  the  mighty  Tea, 

And  march  in  fafety  through, 
With  wat'ry  waifs  to  guard  the   v/ay, 

Till  they  had  -*fcap*d  the  (oit. 
A  wond'roua  pillar  nvarkM   the  road, 

Compos'd  of  (hade  and  light ; 
By  day  it  prov'd  a  fhelt'ring  c'oud^ 

A  leading  fire  by  night. 
He  from  the  rock  their  third  fupply'd; 

The  gufhing  waters  fell, 
And  ran  in  rivers  by  their  fide, 

A  conftant  miracle. 
Yet  they  provok'd  the  Lord  mod  high, 

And  dar'd  .diftruft  his  hand  ; 
*  Can  he  with  bread  our   bod:  fupplj 

4  Amidft  this  defsrtjand  V 
O 


17®  PSALM  LXXVIIL 

8  The  Lord  with  indignation  heard, 
And  caus'd  Ms'  wrath  to  ft trr.e : 
His  terrors  ever  frand  prep?.r\i 
To  vindicate  his  rame. 

Psalm    78.      Part  3.      [C.  M.] 

1  T7|7  HEN  Hr'ei  fins  the  Lord  reprojres, 

V  V        And  fills  their  hearts  with  dread; 
Yet  he  forgives  the  men  he  loves, 
And  fends  theni  heav3n!y  bread. 

2  He  fed  them  with  a  lib™!  hand, 

And  made  his  trealures  known  : 
He  gave  the  midnight  c'ouds  command 
To  pour  provi{icns  down. 

3  The  manna,  like  a  morning  fhow'r, 

Lay  thick  around  thtir  feet  ; 
The  corn  of  heaven,  fo  light,  fo  pure, 
As  iho'  'twere  angels  meat. 

4  But  they  in  murm'ring  language  faid, 

*  Manna  is  all  our  feaft  ; 

*  We  loathe  this  light,  this  airy  bread  ; 

*  We  muft  have  flem  to  tafte  ' 

5  «  Ye  (hall  have  flefh  to  pteafs  your  Juft,' 

The  Lord  in  wrath  reply  d  ; 
And  fent  them  quails  like  find  or  dull, 
Heap'd  up  from  fide  to  fide. 

6  He  p.ve  them   all  thfir  own  defire  ; 

And,  greedy  as  they  fed, 
li  s  vengeance  burnt  with  fecret  fire, 
And  foote  the  rebels  dead. 


PSALM  LXXVIII.  17* 

7  When  fame  were  {bin,  'he  red  retura'd, 

And  fought    the  Lord  with  tears  : 
Under  the  rod  they  fear  d  and  mourn \J, 
But  foon  forgot  their  fears, 

8  Oft  he  chalrls'd  and  (fill  forgave, 

Till,  by  his  gracious  hand, 

The  nation  he  refolv'd  to  fave 

PofiVfs'J  the  promised  land. 

Psalm  78.   Ver.  32..&C.   Part  4    [L.  M.] 

1  f~^  RE  AT  God,  how  oft  did  ifraei  prove 
V_J      By  turns  thine  aogsr  and  thy  love  ! 
There  in  a  g'afs  our  hearts  may  fee 
How  fickle  and  how  f.lfe  they  b?. 

2  How  foon  the  faithlefs  Jews  forgot 

The  dreadful  wonders  God  had  wrought  ! 
Then  they  provoke  him  to  his   face. 
Nor  fear  bis  pow'r,   nor  truft  his  grace. 

3  The   Lord  confum'd  their  years  in  pain, 
And  madd  their  travels  long  and  vain  ; 
A  tedious  march  through  unknown  way?, 
Wore  out  their  ftreng'h  and  fpent  their  days, 

q,  Oft  whtn  they  faw  their  brethren  fliin, 
They  mourn'd  and  fought  the  Lord  again  j 
Calrd  him  the  rock  of  their  abode, 
Their  high  Redeemer  and  their  God. 

5   T^e  r  pray'rs  and  vows  before  him  rifj 
As  flau'ring  words,  or  folemn  lies, 
WhiSe  their  rebellious  tempers  prove 
Faife  to  his  cov'nant  and  his  love. 


r72  PSALM  LXXX. 

6  Yet  did  his  fov'reign  grace  forgive 
The  men  who  ne'er  deferv'd  to  live; 
His  anger  oft  away  he  turn'd, 

Or  elfe  with  gentle  fkme  it  burn'd. 

7  He  faw  their  flcfn  was  Wrak  2nd  frail, 
He  faw  temptarions  (till  prevail : 

The  God  of  Abraham  lov'd  them  fHU, 
And  led  them  to  his  holy  hill. 

Psalm  80.     [L.  M.] 
RE  AT  Shepherd  of  thine  Ifrael, 
Who  didft  between  the  cherubs  dwell, 
And  led  the  tribes,  thy  chofen  fheep, 
Safe  through  the  defert  and  the  deep, 

2  Thy  church  is  in   the   dtfert  new  ; 
Shine  frcm  on  high  and  guide  us  thro* ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore  ; 
We  fhal!  be  fav'd,  and  figh  no  more. 

3  Great  God,  whom  heav'nly  hofls  obey, 
How  long  (hall  we  lament  and  pray, 
And  wait  in  vain  thy  kind  return  ? 
How  long  (hall  thy  fierce  anger  burr.  ? 

4  Instead  of  wine  and  cheerful  bread, 
Thy  faints  with  their  own   tears  are  fed  : 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 

We  ma'l  be  fav'd  an  d  fi^H  no  more. 

PAUSE     I 

5  Haft  thou  not  planted  with  thy  hands 
A  lovely  vine  in  heathen    lands  ? 
Did  not  thy  pow'r  defend  it    round, 
A&d  heav'nly  dews  ecrich  the  ground  r 


PSALM  LXXX.  173 

6  How  did   the  fpreadiog  branches  (hoot, 
And  biefs  the  nations  with  the  fruit  I 
Bar  now,  dear  Lord,  look  down  and  fee 
Thy  mourning  vine,  that  lovely  tree, 

7  Wny  is    its  beauty  thus  defac'd  ? 
W;-y  had  thou   laid  her  fences  wafts  ? 
Strangers  and  foes  again  ft  herjoio, 
And  ev'ry  beaft  devours   the  vine, 

8  Re:jrn,    almighty  God,  return  ; 
Nor  let  thy  bleeding  vineyard  mourn  1 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
We  {hall  be  fav'd,  and  figh  no  more. 

PAUSE      2. 

9  Lord,  when  this  vine  in  Canaan  grew* 
Thou  waft  its  ftrsngth  and  glory  too  S 
Attaek'd  in  vain  by   all  its  foes, 

Till  the  fait  branch  ofpromife  rofe. 

10  Fair  branch,  ordain'd  of  old  to  (hoot- 
Fro  m  David's    ftock,  from  Jacob's  root  5 
Himfelf  a  noble  vine,  and  we 

The  Itffcr  branches  of  the   tree- 
I)    '  Tis  thine  own  Son,  and  he  (hall  (rani, 
Girt  with  thy  ftrength  at  thy  right  hand  5 
Thy  firft  born  Son,  adorn'd  and   blcft 
With  pow'r  and  grace  above  the  reft* 
12  O  !  for  his  fake  attend  our  cry, 
Shine;  on  thy  churches  left  they  die  : 
Turn  us    to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
We  (ball  be  fdv'd  and  figh  no  vaovg* 


i fa    PSALM  LXXXL  LXXXII 

Psalm  8i.   i.  8— 16.     [S.  M.j 

J    QING  to  the   Lord   aloud, 
l3    And  make  a  cheerful  noife  ; 
God  is  cur  (Irergth,  our  Savior  God, 
Let  Ifr2ei  hear  his  voice. 

2  '  From  vile   idolatry 

'  Prderve  my  wormip  clean  ; 
'  I  am  the   Lord  who  fet  thee  free 

*  From  flavery  and  fin. 

3  '  Stretch    thy  defires  abroad, 

*  And  III  fupply  them    all  ; 

*  But  if  ye   will  rcfufe   your  God, 
■  if  Ifr'e!  will  rebel  ; 

4  *  I'll  leave  them,'  faith  the  Lord, 

'  To    their  own  lulls  a  prey, 
'  And  let  them  run  the   dang'rous  road, 
'  'Tis   their  own  chofen  way. 

5  'Yet,  O!  that  a!!    my   faints 

'  Would    hearken  to  my  voice  ! 
'  Soon  I  would  eafe  their  fore  complaints 
'  And  bid  their   hearts  rejoice. 

6  «  While  I  deitroy'd  their    foes, 

*  I'd  richly  feed  my  flock, 

'  And  they  fhall  tafte  the  dream  that  fljws 
'  From  their  eternal  rock.' 


"  A"' 


Psalm  82.     [L.  M.] 

MONG  th'  afTemblics  of  the  great 
greater  ruler  takes  his  feat : 


PSALM  LXXXIII.  175 

The   God  of  heav'n,  ss  judge,  furveys 
Thofe  Gods  on  earth,  arrd  ail  their  ways, 

2  Why  will  ye  then  ftame  wicked    laws  t 
Or  why  fupport  th*  unrighteous  caufe  ? 
When  uill  ye  once  defend  the  poor, 
That  finners  vex  the  faints  no  more  ? 

3  They  kn®w  not,  Lord,  nor  \\\\\  they  know 3 
Daik  are  the  ways  in  which  they  go  : 
Their  name  of  earthly   gods    is  vain, 
For  they  (hall  fall  and  die   like  men. 

3.  Arif,  O  Lord,  and  let  thy  Soa 
PcfTefs  his  univerfal  throne, 

And  rule  the  nations  with  his   rod  \ 
He  is  our  Judge*  and  he  our  God. 

Psalm  83.     [S.  M.] 

1  A    ND  will  the  God  of  Grace 
jT\.   Perpetual   f^encekecp? 
The  God  of  judice  hold  his  peace, 

And   let    his    vengeance  fleep  ? 

2  Behold,  what    curfed  fnares 

The   men   of  mifchief  fpread  ! 
The  men  that  hate  thy  faints  and  thee^ 
L,ift  up  their  threatening  head, 
a  Againfl  thy  hidden  ones 

Their  counfels  they  employ, 
And  malice,  with  her  watchful  eye5 
Purfues  them  to  deffroy. 

4.  The  noble  and  the  bafe 

Into  thy  pafiures  leap  § 


r/6  PSALM  LXXXIV. 

The  lion  and  the   ftupid  afs 
Confpire  to  vex  thy  fheep. 

5  *  Come,  let  us  join,'  they  cry, 

*  To  root  them  from  the  ground, 

*  Till  not  the  name  of  faints  remain, 

*  Nor  mem'ry   ihall  be  found.' 

6  Awake,  almighty  God, 

And  call  thy   wrath   to  mind  ; 
Give  them  like  forefts  to  the  fire, 
Or  ftubble  to  the  wind. 

7  Convince  their  madnefs,    Lord, 

And  make  them  fetk  thy  name  ; 
Or  elle   their  ftubborn  ra2e  confound, 
That  they  may  die  in  {name. 
S  Then  (hail  the  nations  know 

That  glorious,  dreadful  word, 
Jehovah  is  thy  name  alone, 
And  thou  the  fov'reign  Lord. 

Psalm  84.     Part  1.    [L.  M  ] 

j    T_T  OW  p?eafant,  how   divinely  fair, 
X~l  O  Lord  of  hoils,  thy  dwellings  are 
Wi'h  long  defire  my  fpirit  faints 
To  meet  th'   alfemblies  of  thy  faints. 

2  My  flefh  would  reft  in  thine  abode, 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God  ! 
My  God  !    my  king  !    why  fhould  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thje  ? 

3  The  Sparrow   fchoofes  where  to  reft, 
And  for  her  young  provides  f?er  neft  : 


PSALM  LXXXIV.  X77 

But  win  rny  God   to  fparrov/s  c rant 
That  pleafure  \v-  ich  his  cMiMren  want I? 

4  B;eft  are  the  fains  who  fi.f  en  high, 
Aiound  thy  throne  of  Majefly  ; 
Thy  brighter!  glories  flvn.    above, 
And  a'l  their  work  is  pfaife  and  love, 

5  Blrft  are  the   fou!s  that  find'  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  gr&ct  ; 
There  they  behoid   thy   gentler  rays? 
And  feek  thy  face,  and  learn  thy  pra'fe, 

6  Bfefr  are  the  men  whofe  hearts  are  fet 
To  find  a  way  to  Zi~n's  gate  ; 

God  is  their  ftrength  ;  and  thro"  the  road 
They  lean  upon  their  helper,  God. 

7  Cheerful  'hey  wa!k  with  growing  ftrength, 
Till  all  fhall   meet  in  heaven  at  length, 
Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 

And  join   in  nobler  wcrfhip  there. 

Psalm  84.  Part  2.      [L.  M  ] 

1    /^1  REAT  God  attend,  while  Zion  fings 
VJF  The  joy  that  from  thy  preface  fprings ; 
To  f-pend  one  day  wi  h  thee  on  earth 
Exceeds  a  thcufand  days  of  mirth, 

%  Might  I  enjoy  the  meaneft  place 
Within  thy  houfe,  O  God  of  grace, 
Not  tents  of  eafe,  nor  thrones  of  pow'r, 
Should   tempt  my  feet  to  leav-e  thy  doer, 

j  God  is  our  fun,   he  makes  our  day  ; 
God  is  our  fhield,  he  guards  our  way 


i-S  PSALM  LXXXIV. 

From  all    th'  afoul  ts  of  hell  and  fin, 
From  fees    without  and    foes  within. 

4  All  need'ul  grace  will  God  bellow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too  ; 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  withholds 
No  real   good  from  upright  fou's. 

5  O  God,  our  K  ng,  whofe  fov'reign  fway 
The  glorious  hofts  ofheav'n  obey; 
And  devils  at  thy  pretence  flee, 

Bieft  is  the  man  ihat  trulls  in  thee. 


Psalm  84,  Ver.  1,  4,  2,  3,  10.  Paraphrafcd. 
[C.  M.J 

Y  foul,    how  lovely  is  the  ptace 
To  which  thy  God  reforts  ! 
'Tis  heav'n  to  fee  his  fniling  face, 
Though  in  his  earthly  courts. 

2  There  the  great  Monarch  of  the  (kies 

Kis  faving  pow'r  difplays, 
And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes 
With  kind  and  quick'ning  rays. 

3  With  his  rich  gifts  the  heav'nly  Dove 

Defcends  and    fills  the  place, 
Whi'e  Chriit  reveals  his  wond'rous  love, 
And   fheds  abroad   his  grace. 

4  There,  mighty  God,  thy  words  declare 

The  ftcrers  of  thy  will  ; 
And  Hill  they  feek  thy  rr.vrcy  there, 
Aad  fing  thy  praifes  dill. 


PSALM  LXXXIV.  179 

PAUSE. 

|||  My  heart  and  flefti  ay  out  for  thee 
While  far  from  trine  abode  ; 
When   ill 2 1 1  I  tread   thy  courts  and  fes 
My  Savior  and  my  God  ? 
5  The  fparrow  builds  herfeif  a  nefl1, 
And  fuff.rs  no  remove  ; 
O  make  me  like  the  fparrcws  bleft, 
To  dwell  but  where  I  love  ! 
7  To  fit  one  day  beneath  thine  eye. 
And  hear  thy  gracious  voice, 
Exceeds  a  whole  eternity 
Employ }d  in  carnal  joys. 
3  Lord,  at  thy  threshold  1  would  wrait, 
While  Jefus  is  within, 
Rather  than   (ill  a  throne   of  ftate, 
Or  live  in  tents  of  fin. 
9  Could  1  command  the  fpacious  land? 
And  the  more  bound  lefs  Tea, 
For  one  blefl  hour  at  thy  right  hand 
I'd  give  them  both  away. 

Psalm  84.     As  the  148  h  Pfarm. 
1        T     ORDofthe   worlds  above, 
1  J    How  p'eafant  and  how  faifs 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
Thy  earthly  temples  are  S 
To  thine  abode 
My  heart  afpires, 
With  warm  debves 
To  fee  my  God, 


180  PSALM  LXXXIV. 

2  The  fparrcw  for  her  young 
With  plfafure  feeks  a  nell  : 
Aati   u'ancl'finp   fwallows  iGng 
Tg  find  their  wonted  reft  : 

My   fpirit   faints 
Wi'h  equal  z^al, 
To  rife  and   dwell 
Amonp   thy  fainrs. 

3  O    happy  f  .uls  that  pray 
Where  God  appo  nt3  to  hear  ? 
O  harpy  men  that  pay 
Their  conftant  fervice  there  ! 

They  praife  ^hee  dill : 
And  happy  t;  ey 
That  iove  the   v. ay 
To  Zon's  hiH  ! 

4  They  go  from  ftreng^h  to  flrengtb, 
Thro*  this  dark  vale"  of  tears, 

7  ill  each  arrives  at  length, 
^    Till  each  in  heav'n  appears  : 
O   glorious  feat, 
When   God  our   King 
b  -ill  thither  bring 
Our  wiiiieg  feet  ! 

PAUSE- 

£        To  fpend  one  1-cred  day 

Where  God   and  faints  abide, 
Affords  diviner  joy 
Than  thouiarjd  days  befide  : 


PSALM  LXXXV.  iSi 

Where  God   reforts, 

I  iove  i?  mare 

To  keep  the  door, 

Than  mine  in  courts. 
God  is  car  fun  and  fhield? 
Our  light  and  our  defence  ; 
With  gifts  his  hands  are  fili'<V 
We  draw  our  bleffings  thence  i 

He  (hall  b?ilow 

On  Jacob's  race 

Peculiar  grace 

And  glory  too. 
The  Lord  his  people  loves  : 
Kis  hand  no  good  withholds 
Frooi  thofe  his  heart  approves. 
From  pure  and  pious  fouls  i 

Thrice  happy  he, 

O   God  of  hods, 

Whofe  fp'rit  trufts 

Alone  in  thee* 

Psalm  85,   1—  8.    Part  u    [L.  M  ] 
ORL>,thouhaftcali'dthygriceTornind» 
Tbou  had:  rerers'd  our  heavy  doom  : 
So  God  forgave  when  Ifr'el  finn'd, 
And  brought  his  wand'riag  captives  home. 
Thou  haft  begun  to  fet  us  free, 
And  made  thy  fierce  ft  wrath  ab^te  ;. 
Now  let  our  hearts  be  turn'd  to  thee. 
And  thy  falvation  be  complete, 
P 


iSz    PSALM  LXXXV.  LXXXVI. 

3  Revive  our  dying  graces     Lavd, 
And  let  thy  fa'n;s  in  tore  fj-^i-e  ; 
Make  knov.n  thy  truth,  fulfil  thy  word  ; 
We  wait  for  praife  to  tune  our  vcice. 

4  We  wart  to  hear  what  Go.i  vsoil  fay  ; 
He'!!  fp  ak  and  give  i  is  .people  peace  ; 
But  1st  Bhem  SUP  no  more  ikftray* 
Left  liis  r  turning  v. rath  ir.creafe. 

Psalm  85.  Ver.  9,  &c.  Part  2.    [L.  M  ] 

i    Q  A  LVATION  is   for  ever  nigh 

\Jj  The  fouls  that  f?ar  and  trufttl.e  Lord  ; 
And  grace*  d.  fccrdi'.j'.  from  on  high, 
Frefli  hcpes  of  giery  (hall  ritord. 

2  Mercy  and  truth  en  earth  are  met, 

'  Since  Chrilr  the  LorJ  came  down  from 
By  hie-  obedience  fa  complete,  [heav'n  y 
Jufiice  is  pleas'd,  and  peace  is  giv  n. 

3  Now  truth   and  honor  fka!l  abound, 
Religion  dwell  on   aarth.agata, 

.And   beav'nly  i-  fl.ier.ee  b'efs  the  ground, 
In  our' Redeemer's  gentle  reign.  * 

4  1-3 i s  righteoufoefs  is  gone  before, 
To  <.ive  us  free  accefs  to  God  ; 

Our  v.  and'rin^  fret  ih?M  Oray  no  more, 
But  mark  his  (teps  and  keep  the  road. 

Psalm  86.  Ver.  8  —  13.     [C  M.j 

MONG  the  princes,   earthly  Gods, 
There's  none  hath  pow'r  divine  ; 


PSALM  LXXXVlf.  183 

Nor  is  their  nature,   mighty  Lord  ! 
Nor  are  their  works  iike  thine, 

2  The  nations  thou  ha(fc  made  dull  bring 

Their  ofF* rings  round  thy  throne  : 
For  thou  alone  dofi:  wond'rous  things, 
For  thou  art  God  a!one. 

3  Lord,  i  would  walk  with  holy  feet  : 

Teach  me  thiae  heav'nly  ways, 
And  my  poor  fcatter'd  thoughts  unite 
In  Cod  my  Father's  praife. 

4  Great  is  thy  m  rcy,  and  my  tongue 

Shall  thole  fwcet  wonders  te!!, 
Row  by  thy  grace  my  finking  (buf 
Rofe  from  the  deips  of  hell. 

Psalm  87.     [L.  M.] 

1  /^  OD  in  his   earthly  temple  lays 
VJT    Foundations  for  his  beav'nly  praife  : 
He  likes  the   tents  of  Jacob  we!!, 

But  (till  in  Z'on  loves  to  dwell. 

2  His' mercy  viiits  ev'ry  houfe 

That  pay  their  night  and  morning  vows  ; 
But  makes  a   more  delightful  fray 
Where  churches  meet  to  praife  and  pray, 

3  What  glories  were  defcrib'd  of  old  ! 
What  wonders  are  of  Zioa  told  ! 
Thou  city  of  our  God  below, 

Thy  fame  (hail  Tyre  and  Egypt  know. 
4.  Fgypt  and  Tyre,  and  Greek  and  Jew, 
Shall  there  begin  their  lives  anew  ; 


:84  PSALM  LXXXIX. 

Angels  and  men  {hall  join  *o  fitrg 
The  bill  where  living  waters  fpring. 

5  When  God  makes  up  his  Jaft  account 
Of  natives  in  his   holy  mount, 
'Twill  be  an  honor  to  appear 

As  one  new  born  or  nouri(h'd  there  ! 

Psalm  89.     [L.  M.] 

1  IT1  OR  ever  fhall  my  fong  record 

Jl      The  truth  and  mercy  of  the  Lord  ! 
Ivlercy  and  truth  forever  ftand, 
Like  heav'n,  eitablifli'd  by  his  hand. 

2  Thus  to  his  fon  he  fware  and  faid, 

*  With  thee  my  cov'nant  fuft  is  made  ; 

*  In  thee  fhall  dying  Tinners  live, 

«  Glory  and  grace  are  thine  to  give. 
g   «  Be  thou  my  prophet,  thou  my  pried  ; 

«  Thy  children  mall  be  ever  bled  ; 

«  Thou  art  my  chofen  king  :  thy  throne 

«  Shall  (land  eternal  like  my  own. 
4  «  There's  none  of  all  my  fons  above 

*  So  much  my  image  or  my  love  ; 
«  Celeflial  pow'rs  thy  fubjedts  are  ; 

«  Then  what  can  earth  to  thee  compare  ? 
r  *  David,   my  fervant,  whom  I  chofe 
«  To  guard  my  flock,  to  crufli  my  foes, 
«  And  rais'd  him  to  the  Jewifh  throne, 
'Was  but  a  fhadow  of  my  Ion." 

6  Now  let  the  church  rejoice  and  fing, 
Jefus  her  Savior  and  her  King  : 


PSALM  LXXXIX.  185 

Angels  his  heav'nly  wonders  (how, 
And  faints  d-clare  his  works  Mow. 

Psalm    89.      Part  1.      [C.  M.] 

1  1\/r  Y  never-ceafing  fongs  fliatl  (how 
i_VjL      The  mercies  of  the  Lord  j 
And  make  fucceediog  ages  know 

How  faiihful  is  his  word. 

2  The  facred  truths  his  lips  pronounce 

Shall  firm  as  heav'n  endure: 
And  if  he  (peak  a  promife  once, 
TV  eternal  grace  is  fare. 

3  How  long  the  race  of  Dav'd  held 

The  promYd  Jewifh  throne  ! 
But  there3s  a  nobler  covenant  feal'd 
To  David's  greater  Son. 

4  His  feed  for  ever  Pnai!  poiTcfs 

A   throne  above  the  flees  y 
The  meaneii  fubjeel  of  his  ^race 
Shall  to  that  ^lory  rife. 

5  Lord  God  of  hofts,   thy  wond'rous   ways 

Are  fung  by   fa;nts  above  ; 
And  faints  on  earth  their  honors  raife 
To  thine  unchanging  love. 

Psalm  89.  Ver.  7,  &c.  Part  2.     [C.  M-] 

!  TIT  ITH  rev'rence  let  the  faints  appear, 

V  V        And  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 

His  high  commands  with  rev'rence  hear^ 

And  tremble  at  his  word. 

?  2 


i86  PSALM  LXXX1X. 

2  Kow  terrible  thy  glories  be  ! 

How  bright  thine  armies  fliine  ! 
Where  is  the  pow'r  that  vies  with  t?  ee  ?' 
Or  truth  corrpar'd  with  thine  ? 

3  The  northern  pole,  and  fouthern,  reft 

On   thy  fupporting  band  ; 
Daiknefs  and  day  from  eafl  to  weft 
Move  round  at  thy  con.mand. 

4  Thy  words  the  raging  winds  control, 

Ar.d  rule  the  bull 'reus  deepi 
Tiicu  mak'ftthe  fleeying  billows  toll, 
The  rolling  biilows  fl  ep. 

5  Heav'r,.  earth  and  air,  and  fea  are  thine, 

And  the  daik  world  of  hell  ; 
How  did  thine  arm  in  vengeance  fhine, 
When  Egypt  durft   rebel  ! 

6  Juftice  and  judgment  are  thy  throne, 

Yet  word 'reus  is  thy  grace  ; 
While  truth  and  mercy  joiu'd  in  one, 
Invite  us  near  thy  lace. 

Psalm  89.  Ver.  15,  &c.  Part  3.  [C.  M.] 

1  TQ  LEbT  are  the  fouls  that  hear  and  know 
X5      The  gofpel's  joyful  found; 

I'eace  fhall  attend  the  path  they  go, 
And  light  their  ileps  lu?  round. 

2  Their  joy  fhall  bear  their  1,  irits  up, 

Through  their  Redeemer's  name: 
His  rightecufnefs  exalts  their  hope, 
Nor  taun.  dares  condemn. 


:  PSALM  LXXX1X,  18? 

$  Tfe  Lord,  our  g'cryand  defence, 
Str  pgth  and  Salvation  gives  : 
ifr'elj  try  King  for  ever  reigns, 
Thy  God  for  ever  liv.s. 

Psalm  89.  Ver.  19..  &c.  Part  4.  [C  M.J 

1  TJ  EAR  what  the  Lord  in  vifion  faid, 
X  JL      And  made  his  mercy  known  : 

*  dinners,  behold,  your  help  is  laid 

*  On  my  almighty  Son, 

2  *  Bthold  the  man  my  wiCiom  chofe 

'  Among  your,  moral  rac-  1 

*  His  head  my   holy  oil  o'erfljws  ; 

*  The  Spirit  of  n.y  grace. 

3  *  High  (hall  he  reign  on  David's    throae^ 

'  My  people's  better  King  ; 

*  My  arm  (hall  beat  his  riva's  down, 

*  And   fill  new  Tub]  els  bring. 

4  *  My  truth  {hail  guard  him  in  his  way, 

*  Wuh  mercy  by  his  fide, 

*  While  in  my  name  thro'  earth  and  fea. 

*  He  (hall  in  triumph  ride. 

5  *  Me  for  his  Father  and  his  God 

*  He  (hail  for  ever  own  ; 

1  Call  me  his  rock,   his  high  abode  j 

*  And  i*!l  fupport  my  Son. 

6  *  My  frrit-bom  feon,  airay'd  in  grace, 

*  At  my   right  hand  lruh  fit  ; 

1  Beneath  him  angels  know  their  place^ 
4  And  monarchs  at  his  feet. 


188  PSALM  LXXXIX. 

<7   «  My  covViant  fhnds  forever  fa&  ; 

*  My  promihs   -ae   ftrong  : 
«  Film  as  the  heav'ns  his  throne  (hall  !aft 

*  His  feed  endure  as   lonp,,3 

Psalm  89.    Ver.  30   gcc.    Part  5.   £C.  M 

1  «  y  E  r  (fikh  the  Lord )  if  Da  rid  's  rac 

][        *  The  children  of  my  Son, 
«  Should  break  my  laws,  *bufe  my  grac 

*  And  tempt  mine  anger  down  ; 

2  *  Their  fins  I'll  vifit  with  the  ro"*, 

*  And  reake  their  folly  fmart  ; 

'  But   I'll  not  ccafe  to  be  their  God, 
'Nor  from  my   tru'h  depart, 

3  *  My  cev'naut  1  will  ne'er  tetoftff, 

1  Bur   keep  my  grace  in  R.ind  ; 

*  And  what  eternal  iove  hath  f^ok?, 

*  Eternal  trurh    (hall  hind 

4  '  Once  lave  I  fwom  (I  need  no  more,) 

1  And  ple^g'd  my  holi^efs, 

•  To  fea'  the  facred    promife  fine 

*  To  Drvid  and  Ms  race. 

5  *  The  fur.  Stall  i:e  his  offspring  r  fe, 

*  Ar.d   fp.ead   from   lea  to  fea, 

'  long  as  he  travels  round  the  fki,s, 

*  To  £ne  the  nations  day. 

6  *  cure  a?-  the  moon  that  rules  the  night 

*  His  kingdom  mail  endure, 

*Tii>  the  fixM  laws  of  fhade  and  light 
J  Shall  be  obierv'd   do  more.' 


£SALM  LXXX^X.  iff 

>SA1M  89.  Ver  47,  &c-   Part  6.  [L.  M.] 

A  funeral  Pfalm. 

Remembfr,   Lcrd,  oui  mortal  ftate, 
Howfra'Jour!  fe!  hew  fhort  the  date  I 
Where  is  the  man  that  draws  Ms  breath'^ 
Safe  from  difeafe,  fecure  from  death  ? 
Lord,  while  we  fee  whole  rations  die, 
Our  flefh  and  fenfe    repine  and  cry, 

*  Muft  death  for  ever  rage  and   reign  ? 

*  Or  haft  thou  made  mankind  in  vain  ? 
5   *  Where  is  thy  proroife  to  thejuft  ? 

*  Are  not  thy  iervants  turnM  to  duft  ?' 
But  faith  forbids  thefe  mournful  figh's, 
And  fees  the  deeping  duft  arife. 

4  That  glorious  hour,  that  dread  u!  day, 
Wipes  trie  reproach  of  faints  away, 
And  clears  the  honor  of  thy  word  ; 
Awake,  our  fouls  !  and  blefs  the  Lord. 

Psalm  89.  Ver.  47,  &c.  Part  laft.  As  the 
1 13th  Pfalm. 
rTP  HINK,  mighty  God,  00  feeble  man, 
Jl      How  few  his  hours,  how   (hort  his 
fpan  ! 
Short  from  the  cradle  to  the  grave  5 
Who  can    fecure  his  vital  breath 
Apainft  the  bold  demands  of  death, 

With&tli  to  fly,  or  pow'r  to  five. 
Lcrd,  ihatl  it  be  for  ever  Gid, 
«Ths  tac§  of  roan  was  only  m.ad§ 


1 9o  PSALM  XC. 

'  For  fickn-fs,  forrow,  and  tne  dufl  r* 
Are  not  thy  fervants  day  by   day 
Sent  to  their  graves  and  :urn'd  to  clay  ? 

Lord,  where's  thy  kindoefs  to  ihejuii: 
3*  Haft  thru  nor  promis'd  to  thy  So^, 
And  all  bis  feed,  a   Seav'n'y  cro'vn  ? 

But  flrfh  and  ftnfe  indulge  defpair  : 
For  ever  blefTed  be  the   Lord, 
That   faith  can  read  his  holy  word, 

And  find  a   refurreclion   tnere. 
4  For  ever  bl'ff  d  bi  the  Lord  ! 
Wl  o  gives  his  faints' a  long  reward 

For  all  their  toil,  reproach,  and  pain  j 
Let  aH  below,  and  a  1  above, 
J  in  to  proclaim  thy  wondrous    love, 

And  each  repeat  a  loud   Amen. 

Psalm  90.     [L.  M.] 
/i  mournful  fjhg  at  a  funeral 

1  r  a  ^  hi  Rt )'  ev'iy  age,  eternal   God  ! 

J[  Thou,  art  our  1  eft,  our  fafe  abode  ; 
High  was  thy  th-one  er^  heav'n  was  made, 
Or  earth  thy  humble  foot  (tool  laid. 

2  Lon^  hadft  thou  reign 'd  ere  t-tne  began, 
Or  duft  was  fafhion'd   into  man  5 

And  Jong  thy  kingdom  (hall  endure, 
When  earth  and  time  (hall   be  no  more, 

3  But  Hian,  weak  man,  is  born   to  die, 

Made  up  of  guilr  and  vanity  : 

Thy  dreadful  feritenee,  Lord  wasjufr., 

*  Return,  ye  (isners,  i'o  your  dull.' 


PSALM  XC.  191 

[A  thoufand  of  cur  years  amount 
Scarce  to  a  cJhv  in  thine  account  ; 
Like  yefterday's  departed  light, 
Or  the  laPc  watch  of  ending  night. 

PAUSE, 

Death,  like  an  overflowing  dream, 
Sweeps  us  away  our  life's  a  dream  ; 
An  empty  tale  ;  a  morning  flow'r, 
Cut  down  and  whher'd  in   an  hour.J 

6  Our  age  to  feventy  years  is  fet  : 
How  fhort  the  term  !  how. feu!  the  ftate  I 
And  if  to  eighty  v/e  arrive, 
We  rather  iigh  and  groan  than  live. 

7  But  O  how  oft  thy  wrath  appears, 
And  cuts  off  our  expecled  years  ! 
Thy  wrath  awakes  our  humb!e  dread  ; 
We  fear  the  pow'r  that  ftrikes  us  dead.] 

8  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  how  frail  is  man  : 
And  kindly  lengthen  out  our  fpan, 
Till  a  wife  care  of  piety 

Fiis  us  to  die,  and  dwell  with  thee. 

Psalm  90.   .Ver.  i  —  _j.    Parti.     [C.M.I 

1    /~\UR  God,  our  help  in  ages  pair, 
\J      Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  fhelter  from  the  ftormy  b{afc,% 
And  our  eternal  home. 
%  Under  the  madow  of  thy  throne 
Thy  faints  have  dwelt  fecure ; 


^9- 


PSALM  XC. 


SufHcient  is  thine  arm  alone, 
And  our  defence  is  lure. 

3  Befoie  the  hi'ls  in  order  flood, 

Or  earth  receiv'd  her  frame, 
Fn  m  everlafting  thou  art  God, 
To  endlefs  years  the  fame. 

4  Thy  word  commands  our  flelh  to  dull, 

'  Return,  ye  fons  of  men  ;' 
All  nations  rofe  from  earth  at  firft, 
And  turn  to  earth  again. 
y  A  thoufand  ages  in  thy  Ci\\\t 
Art  l;ke   an   ev'ning  gone  ; 
Short  as  the  warch  that  ends  the  night 
Before  the  rifing  fun. 

6  [The  bufy  tribes  of  flefh  and  blood, 

With  all  their  lives  and  cares, 
Are  carried   downwards  by  the  flood, 
And  loft  in  following  years. 

7  Time,  like  an  ever  rolling  ftream, 

Bears  all  his  fens  away  : 
They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  op'n'mg  day. 
8.  Like  flow'ry  fields  the  nations  (land, 
Pleas'd  with  the  morning  light : 
The  fi.iw'rs  beneath  the  mower's  hand 
Li-  withering  ere  'tis  night.] 
9     Our  God,   our  help  in  ages  pall, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  ih  ;u  our  gunrd  while  troubles  laft, 
nnd  our  eternal  home. 


PSALM  XC.  193 

Psalm  90.    Ver.  8,  1  r,  9,  10,  12.    Part  2. 
[C.  M;.] 

ORD,  if  thine  eyes  furvey  our  faults, 
j      And  juftice.grow  levere, 
Thy  dreadful  wrath  exceeds  our  thoughts? 
And  burns  beyond  our  fear. 

2  Thine  anger  turns  our  frame  to  dud ; 

By  one  offence  to  thee, 
Adam,  with  all  his  fons,  Ijave  lofl 
Their  immortality. 

3  Life,  like  a  vain  amufement,  fliss, 

A  fable  or  a  fong  : 
By  fwift  degrees  our  nature  dies, 
Nor  can  our  joys  be  long. 

4  '  Pis  but  a  few  whofe  days  amount 

To  threefcore  years  and  ten  ; 
And  all  beyond  that  (hart  account 
Is  forrow,  toil,  and  pain. 

5  [Our  vitals  With    laborious  ft  rife 

Bear  up  the  crazy  load, 
And  drag  thole  poor  remains  of  life 
Along  the  tireibme  road.] 

6  Almighty  God,  reveal  thy  io^e, 

And  not  thy  wrath  alone  ; 

O  let  our  fweet  experience  prove 

The  mercies  of  thy  throne. 

7  Cur  fou-ls  would  learn  the  heav'nly  art, 

T '  improve  the  hours  we  have, 


i<h  PSALM  XC. 

That  we  may  scl  the  wifer  part, 
And  !i\e  beyond  the  grave* 

Psalm  90.  Ver.  13,  &c.  Part  3.  [C  .M.] 

1  "Q  ETURN,  O  God  of  iove  return  ; 
.k\.      Earth  is  a  tireforne  place  : 
How  long  mail  we  ti:y  children  mourn 

Our  abfence  from  thy  face. 

2  I. ft  heav'ri  fucceed  our  painful  years  ; 

Let  {in  and  lorrov;  ccak  : 

And  in  proportion  to  cur  tears, 

So  mske  our  joys  ir;cre-.f?. 

3  Thy  wonders  to  thy  fervants  (how, 

e  thine  cun  work  conip; 
Then  dial]  cur  fouls  thy  glory  know, 
And  own  thy  love  is  gi 

4  Then  fliail  we  fnine  before  thy  throne 

In  all  thy  beauty9  Lord  ; 
And  the  poor  fervice  we  have  done 
Meet  a  divine  reward. 

Psalm  90.    Ver.  5,   10,  12.    [S.  M.j 

1    T     ORD,  what  a  feeble  piece 
JL_j      Is  this  our  mortal  frame  ! 
Our  life,  how  poor  a  tiifle  'tis, 
tat  fcarce  defer  ves  the  name  ! 
I  is,  the  brittle  clay 
That  built  our  bodies  fi.lt ! 
And  evVy  month,  and  ev'ry  day, 
Tis  mould'ring  back  10  . 


PSALM  XCL  195 

3  Our  moments  Sy  apace, 

Nor  will  our  minutes  Piay  J 
Jul!  like  a  flaod  our  hafty  days 
z^re  fweeping  us  away. 

4  Wei!,   if  our  days  rnufr  ii ', 

We'll  keep  their  end  in  fightj 
We'll  fpend  them  all  -in  wifdeni's    way, 
And  let  them  fgeed  their  ii: g>ht. 

5  They'll  waft  us  foe  nfr  o'er 

This  life's  tempt-ft.uuus  jfea  ; 
Sogo  we   (hall  reach  the -peaceful  ffiore 
0f  bled  eternity. 

Psalm  91.  Ver,  1 — 7.    Part  r.    [L.  M.I 

E.  that  hath  made   his  refuge  G:u4„ 
S:  ail  find  a  moft  fecure  abode  ! 
Shall    wa'k  all  dny  beneath  feis  fnsde, 
And  there  at  night  flfgll  red  his  head. 
Then  will   I  fay,  <  My  God,  thy  pow'r 
'  Shall  be  my  fortre(s  and  my  tow'r  ; 
*  I   that  am  fcrm'd  of  feeble  dufr, 
£  Make  thine  almf-lvy  a^m  roy  tru:L? 
Thrice  happy  man  !  thy  Maker's  care 
Shall  keep  thee  from  the  fowler's  (cure  | 
Satan,  the  ft  wler,  who  betrays 
Unguarded  fouls  a  thbufaad  ways, 
jufr.  as  a  hen  protects   her  brood 
From  birds  cf  prey  that  feck  their  blood , 
Under  her  featheis  ;  io  the  Lord 
Make.3  his  own  arm  bis  propter  guard. 


i95  PSALM  XCf. 

5  If  burning  be?rr>3  of  noon  cod fp ire 
To  dart  a  pefttlential  fire, 
did   is  their  hf.*,  his  wingg  are  fpread 
To  Afield  them  with  an  healthful  made. 

<5   If  vapours  wih  malignant  breath 

iiife  thick,   ard  fcatter  midnight  death, 
Ifr'el  is  fafe  :  the  poifon'd  air 
Grows  pure,  if  Ifr'cl's  God  be  there. 

PAUSE 

7  What  t^o*  a  tboufand  at  thy  fide, 

At  thy  right  hand  ten  theufand  dy'd, 
Thy  God  hrs  chofen   people  faves 
AmongM  the  dead,   amidft  the  graves. 

8  So   when  he  fent  his  angel  down 
To  make  his  wrath  in  Egypt  known, 
Ard  flew  their  fons,  his  careful  eye 
Pafs'd  all  the   doois  of  Jacob  by. 

9  But  if  the  fife,    or  p'ague,  or  fword, 
Receive  commiilbn  irom  the  Lord, 
To  flrike  his  faints  cmoog  the  reit, 
Their  very  pains  and  dea  hs  are  bleft. 

10  Tie  fword,  the  pefliler.ee,  or  fire, 
Shall  but  fulfil  their  beft  dtfire  ; 
From  fins  and  forrows  fet  them  free, 
And  bring  thy  children,  Lord,  to  thee. 

Psalm  91.  Ver.  9—16.  Part  2   [C.  M.j 
1    ~%7  L  fons  of  men,  a  feeble  race, 
X        Lxpos'd  to  ev'ry  fnare, 
Come,  make  the  Lord  your  dwelling  p'ace, 
And  try  and  truft  his  care. 


PSALM  XCI.  197 

2  No  ill  fliall  enter  where  ycu  dwell, 

Or  if  the  plague  come  nigh, 
And   fweep  the  wicked  down  to  hei!, 
'Twill  ralfe  his  faints  on  high. 

3  He'll  give  his  angels  charge  to  keep 

Your  feet  in  a'!  your  ways  ; 
To  watch   your  pillow  while  50U  f!?ep, 
And  guard  your  happy  days. 

4  Their  hands  fhall  bear  you,  led  you  fail, 

And  dafh.  againfr.  the  (tones  : 

Are  they  not  fervants  at  his  call* 

And  fent  t'  attend  his  fons  ? 

5  Adders  and  lions  ye  fiiall  tread  ; 

The  tempter's  wiles  dei'ea: ; 
He  that  hath  broke  the  ferpeni's  head, 
Puts  him  beneath  your  feet. 

6  *  Becaufe  on  me   they  fet  their  iove, 

4  1'li  fave  them,'  faith  the  Lord* 
«  I'll  bear  their  joyful  fouls   above 

*  Deftruction  and  the  fword. 

7  *  My  grace  mail  anfwer  when  they  call  % 

*  In  trouble  I'll  be  nigh  t 

*  My  pow'r  fhall  help  them  when  theyfal!9 

*  And  ralfe   them  when  they  die, 

8  *  Thofe  that  on  earth  my  name  have  knowi; 

*  I'll  honor  them  in  heaven  ; 

*  There  my  falvation  ma1 1   be  IhowOj 

4  And  endleis  life  be  gViu' 


198  PSALM  XCII. 

Psalm   92.     Part  1.     [L.  M.] 

1  O  WEE  F  is  the  wok,  my  God, my  King, 
O  Topra  fe  thy  nam:, give  thanks  and  ling, 
To  mew  thy    love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  al)  thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  facred  reft, 

No  morta!  care  fhail  feize   my  bread  } 
O  n  ay  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  Davio's  harp  of  folcmn  found. 

3  My  heart  (hill  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  blefs  his  woiks,  and  blefs  his  word  : 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  fh:ne  ! 
How  d-ep  thy  counf-rls  !  how  divine  ! 

4  Foo's  never  ruife  their  thoughts  (o  hi^h  ; 
Lik.  brutes  they  live,  like  brutes  they  die  ; 
Like  grafs  they  fbur:ih,    ''rill  thy  breath 
Ii'ai*s  trum  in  everlafticg  death. 

5  But   I  mail   mare  a  gioricus  part, 
When  grace  hath  well  refm'd  my  heart, 
And  fitfh  fupplies  of  joy  are  ihed, 
Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  bead. 

6  Sin  (my  worfi  enemy  before) 

Shail  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  no  more  : 
My  inward  fots  ftull  all  be  (lain, 
Nor  Satan  break  my  peace  again. 
t  Then  iiia.il  I  iee,  and  hear,  and  know, 
A!!  I  defir'd  cr  wifh'd  below; 
And  ev'ry  pow'r  find  fweet   employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 


PSALM  XCU.  XCIII.        199 

Psalm  92.  Ver.  12,  &c.  Part  2.  [L.  M.l 

1  T     ORD,  'tis  a  pleafant  thing  to  (land 
1   j    In  gardens  planned  by  thine  hand  5 

Let  me  within  thy  courts  be  feen, 
Like  a  young  cedar  frem  and  green, 

2  There  grow  thy  faints  in  faith  and  love, 
Blefr.  with  thine  influence  from  above  ; 
Not  Lebanon  with  aii  its  trees 
Yields  fuch  a   comely  fight  as  thefe. 

3  The  plants  of  grace  {hail  ever  live  ; 
(Nature  decays,  but  grace  rauft  thrive) 
Time,    that  does  all  things  elfe  impair, 
Still  makes  them  flourim  ftrong  and  fair. 

4  Laden  with  fruits  of  age,   they   mew 
The  Lord  is  holy,  juft,  and  true  : 
None  that  attend  his  gates  (hall  find 
A  God  unfaithful  or  unkind. 

Psalm  93.   lft  Metre.  As  the  100th  Plain*. 

J     TEHOVAH  reign? :    he  dwells  in  light, 
J     Girded  with  majelry  and  might  : 
The  world,  created  by  his  hands, 
Stiii  on  its  firft  foundation  ftands. 

2  But  e'er   this  fpacious  world  was  made, 
Or  had  its  firft  foundation  laid, 

Thy  throne  eternai  ages  ftood, 
Tbyfeif  the  ever-living  God, 

3  Like  floods  the  angry  nations  rif-, 
And  aim  their  rage  againft  the  fes  5 


200  PSALM  XCIII. 

Vain  floods,   that  aim  their  rage  fo  high. 
At   thy  rebuke  the  billows  die. 
4  For  ever  fha!l  thy  throne  endure  ; 
Thy  promife  ftands  for  ever  fure  ; 
And  everlafHng  holinefs 
Becomes  the  dwellings  of  thy  grace. 

Psalm  93.     2d  Metre.     As  the  "old  50th 
PiV.m. 

1  rip,HE  Lord  of  glory  reigns,   be  reigns 

A,         on  high  : 

His  robes  of  iiate  a*e  frrength  and  majefry  :  j 

Thrs   wide  creaion  rofe  at  his  command  : 

Built  by  his  word,and'{labhhYdbyh  shand: 

Long  (tood  his  throne  e'er  he  began  creation* 

And  h:s  own  Godhead  is  the  firm  foundation. 

2  God  is  thJ  eternal  Kin^  :  thy  foes  in  vaia, 
Raife  their  rebellions  to  confound  thy  reign  : 
In  va»n  the  Aorms.  in  vain  the  floods  anfe, 
And  ro*r  and  tofs  their  waves  againfl  the 

fkies  :  [morioftj 

Fcarrirg  at  beav3n,  they  rape  with  wild  c  cm. 
But  heavVs   high  arches  fcorn  t:se  fwellingl 

ocean. 

3  Ye  tempefis  rage  no  more;  ye  floods  be  flill  ; 
And  the  mad  woild  fubmiflive  to  his  will : 
But  on  his  trull   bis  church  muff  ever  (tand  :' 
Finn  are  !  is  prqmifes,  and  (hong  his  h. 

See  his  own  fons,  whe  -  earbtfmt 

Bow  at  ins  fooiltool,  and  with  h-ar  adore  him. 


PSALM  XCIII.  201 


Psalm  93.   3d  Metre.  As  the  I2zd  Pfalm. 

rinHE  Lord  Jehovah   reigns, 
JL      And  roya!  ftate  maintains, 

His  head  with  awful  glories  crownM  ; 
Array'd  in  robes  of  light. 
Begirt  with  fov'rdgn   might, 

And  rays  of  majefty  around. 

2  Upheld  bv  thy  commands 
The  world  fecurely  (lands  ; 

And  fk  es  and  ftars  obey  thy  word  j 
Thy  throne  was  fix'd  on  high 
Before  the  (tarry  fky  ; 

Eternal  is  thy  kingdom,  Lord. 

3  In    vain  the  reify  crowd, 
Like  billows  fierce  and  loud, 

A  gain  ft  thine  empire  rage  and  roar  j 

In  vain,  with  angry  ipue, 

The  furly  nations  figrr, 
And  dam  hke  waves  again  ft  the  more. 

4  Let  floods  and  nations  rage, 
And  all  their  pow'rs  engage  ; 

Let  fwdiing  tides  aflfauh  the  (ley  ; 

Tl  e  terrors  of  thy  frown 

Shall  beat  their  madnefs  down  ; 
Thy  throne  for  ever  ftands  oa  high. 
5—     Try  promises  are  true, 

Thy  grace  is  ever  new  : 
There  fix  d,  thy  church  (hall  never  move  5 

The  faints,  with  holy  fear, 


2C2  PSALM  3tCIV. 

Shall  in  thy  courts  appear. 
And  fmg  thine  everlafting  love. 
Repeat  the  fourth  JJar.za  to  complete  the  fur 

Ps;iLM  94  Ver.  1,2,7— ^Paru    [C.  M. 

1  (~%  G^''  t0  wb°m  r-ven$ebe!on2s> 
%^J      Proclaim  t!  y  wrath  aloud  ; 
Ltt  fov'reign  powJr  redrefs  our  wrongs,. 
^Let.  juffce  fraite  the  proud. 

2  They  fay,  <  The  Lord  not  lees  nor  hears; 

When  will  the  fco's  b:  wife  ? 
Can  he  be  deaf  who  ioru.'d  :htir  ears  ? 
Or  blind  who  ::-ade  their  eyes  ? 
$    He  knows  their  Impious  thoughts  are  vain 
And  they  fhalj  f  ej  bis  povvr  ; 
His  wrath  foail  pierce  their  foils  with  pal 
In  feme  furprifino  hour. 
4  But  if  thy  faints  d.  f.rve  rebuke, 
^  Thou  haft  a  ggnrler.  rod  ; 
Thy  providences  and  thy  book 

Shall  make  then)  know  their  God,      * 
I   BIcft  is  rhe  man  iby  hands  cnaHiie,        .  I 
And  to  his   duty  draw  ; 
Thy  fcourpes  make  thy  childrea   wife 
When   they  forget  thy  law, 
6   But   God  will  ne'er  catt  off  his  faints, 
Nor  his  own  promife  break  j 
He  pardons  his  ii.heritanc* 
For  thetf  Redeemers  &fc& 


PSALM  XCIV.  XCV.         203 

94.  Ver.  16—23.   Part  2.    [C.  M.] 

HO  will   arife  and  plead  my  right 
airift  my  numrous  foes  f 
W  hile  earth  and   hell   their  force  unite, 

And   all  my  hopes   oppofe. 
Had   not  tKe  Lord,    my   rock,  my  help, 

Suftam'd  my  fainting  head, 
My  life  had  now  in  filence  dwelt, 

My  fou!  amongfl  the  dead. 
*  Alas !  ciy  Aiding  feet/  I  cry?d  5 

Thy  promife  was   my  prop  : 
Thy  grace  flood  con  it  ant  by  my  fide, 

Thy  (pint  bore  --jne  up. 
While  multitudes   of  mournful  thoughts 

Wfthin  my  bofom  roll. 
Thy  boundlefs  love  forgives  my  faults, 

Thy  comforts  cheer  my  foul. 
Pow'rs  of  iniquity  may  rife, 

And  frame  pernicious  laws ; 
But  God,  my  refuge,  rules  the  fides, 

He  will  defend  my  caufe. 
Let  malice  vent  her  rage  aloud, 

Let  bold  blafpheroers  feoff;. 
The  Lord  our    God  fhall  judge  the  proud, 

And  cut  the  Goners  of}. 


Psalm  95,     [C.  M.] 

ING  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  nas 
And  in   his  ftrengtft  rejoice  j 


204  PSALM  XCV. 

When  bis  falvation  is  our  them?, 
Exalted  be  our  voice, 

2  With  thanks  approach   his  awful  fight. 

And    pfalrr.s  of  honor  fing  ; 
The  Lord's  a  God   of  bojndlefs  might, 
The  whole  creation's  King  ! 

3  Let  princes  hear,  let  angeis  know, 

How  mean  their  natures  feem  : 
Thofe  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below,, 
When  once  compar'd  with  hiru, 

4  Earth,  with  its  caverns  dark  and  deep, 

Lies  in  his   fpacious  hand, 
Ke  iix'd  the  feas  what  bounds  to  keep, 
And  where  the   hills  muft  ftand. 

5  Come,  and  with  humble  fouls  adore ; 

Come,  kneel  before  his  face  ; 
O  may  the  creatures  of  his  pow'r 
Be  children  of  his  grace  ! 

6  New  is  the  time  :  he  bends  his  ear, 

And  waits  for  your  requeft  : 
Corned  left  he  roufe  his  wrath,  and  fwear. 
*  Ye  mall  not  fee  my  reft.' 

Psalm  95.     [S.  M.] 

1  /T~*i  OME,  found  his  praife  abroad, 
%^/      And  hy.r.s  of  glory  fmg  ; 
Jehovah  is  the  fov'rei^n  God, 

The  univerfal  King. 

2  He  forrn'd  the  deeps  u  a  known  ; 

He  gave  the  feas  their  bound  : 


PSALM  XC%  20$ 

The  wat'ry  worlds  are  all  his  own,. 
And  all  the  folid  ground. 

3  Come,  worship  at  bis  throne, 

Come,  bow  before  the   Lord  ; 
We  are  his  works  and  not  our  own, 
He  forrn'd  us  by  his  word, 

4  To-day  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  ; 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choices, 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 

5  But  if  your  ears  refufe 

The  language  of  his  gr^ce, 
And  hearts  grow  hard,  like  ftuhborn  Jev/s, 
That  unbelieving  race  ; 

6  The  Lord  in  vengeance   drefl, 

Will  lift  his  hand  and  fwear, 

•  You  that  de'fpiie  my  promised  reft 

*  Shall  have  no  portion  there.' 

Psalm  95.  Ver.  i,  2,  3,  6—1  1.  [L.  M.} 

1  IDIOMS,  let  cur  vci,.  .:  r-:le 
%^    A  facred  (bag  :;  ..'::    .  praife  1 
God  h  a  fov'refgn  King,  re^aifs 
His  honor  in  exalted  ver/;, 

2  Come,  let  our  fouls  addrefs  fche  Lord, 

fr^m'd  our  natures  with  his  word  : 
3  cur  (hepherd  \  we  the  Hieeo 
-  ':  fcercy  chol  1:     iietkse* 


sc6  PSALM  XCVI, 

Nor  let  our  harden'd  hearts  renew 
The  lins  and  plagues  that  Ifr'el   knew, 

4  Ifr'el,  that  faw  his  works  of  grace, 
Tempted   their  Maker  to  his  face  j 
A  faithirfs,   unbelieving  brood, 
That  rlr'd  the  patience  of thtir  Gcd, 

5  Thus  faith  the  Lord,  '  How  faUethey  proved 

*  Forget  my  pcw'r,   abufe  my  love  : 

'  Since  they  delpife  my   reft,    I  fwear, 

*  Their  feet  fhall  never  ente-f  there.' 

6  [Look  back,  my  foul,    with  holy  dread, 
And  ?iew  thefe  ancient  rebels  dead  j 
Attend  the  offer*!  grace  to  day, 

Nor  loofe  the  b'eiling  by  delay. 

7  Seize  the  kind  pxomife  while  it  wait?, 
And  march  to  Zion's  heavY.ly  gates  ; 
Believe,  and  take  the  promised  reft.; 
Obey,  and  be  for  ever  bleih] 

Psalm  96.  Ver.  f,  10,  &c.   [G  ,MJ 

1    O  1NG  to  the  Lord,  ye  difhnt  lands, 
J„3      ¥e  tribes  of  ev'ry  tongue  : 
His  new  difcover'd  grace  demands 
A  new  and  nobler  fofeg. 
z  Say  to  the  nations,  Jefus  reigns, 
God's  own  almighty  Son  ; 
His  pow'r  th*  finking  world  Tuftsin?, 
And   nrace  furrounds  his  throne, 
3  Let  feeav'n  proclaim  the  joyful  day, 
Joy  thro'  the  earth  ti3  ken  j 


PSALM  XCVI.  207 

Let  cubs  mine  in  bright  array, 
And  fields  in  cheerful  green. 

4  Let  an  uftufua!  joy  furprize 

The  iflmds  of  the   fea  : 
Ye  mountains  fink,   ye  vallics  rile, 
Prepare  the  Lord  his  way, 

5  Behold,  he  corn-s  !   he  comes  to  blefs 

The  nations  as  their  God  ; 
To  (hew  the  world  his   righieoufnus, 
find  fend  his  truth   abroad. 

6  But    when  his  voice  (ball  raife  the  dead, 

And  bid  the   A'crld  draw  near, 
Kovv  wili  the  guilty  Rations  dtead 
To  fee  their  Judge  appear  ! 

Psalm  96.      As  the  1 13th  Pf-ilm, 
ET  ail  the  earth  the  r  voices  raife 
To  fing  the  choiceft  Pfalm  of  praifef 

To  fing  and  biefs  Jehovah's  name  : 
His  pjory  let  the  heathens  know, 
His  wonders  to  the  nations  (bow, 

And  all  his  laving  works  procla'm. 
The  hea-.hens  know  thy  glory,  Lord  % 
The  vvond'ring  nations  read  thy  word  ; 

In   cur  land   is  Jehovah  known  : 
Our  woifhip  (ball  no  more  be  paid 
To  Gods  which  mortal  hands  have  made} 

Our  Maker  is  our  God  alone. 
He  fram'd  the  globe,   he  bulk  the  fky, 
tie  made  the  mining  worlds  on  high, 

And  reigns  complete  in  ^lory  theie  ; 


2c3  PSALM  XCVtT. 

His  beams  are  msjefty  and  light ; 
His  beauties,  how  divinely  bright  ! 
.  His  temple,  how  divinely  fair! 
4  Come  the  great  day,  the  glorious  hour, 
When  esrth  fhafl  fee!  his  laving  pow'r, 

And  baib'rous  nations  fear  his  name; 
Then  mall  the  race  of  man  cor>fefs 
The  beauty  of  his  holintfs, 

And  in  his  courts  his  grace  proclaim. 

Psalm  97.  Ver.  1  —  £.    ?m  1.    [L.  M.j 
E reigns  ;  the  Lord, the  vSavior  reigns! 
Praife  him  in  evangelic  drains  ; 
Let   the  whole  earth  in  fongs  rejoice, 
And  difrant  iflands  join    their  voice. 
z   Deep  are  bis  ccur.fels  and  unknown  ; 
But  rrace  and  truth  fupport  his  throne  } 
Tho'  gloomy  cloud*  his  way  furround, 
Juflice  is  their  eternal  ground, 

3  In  robes  of  judgment,  Io  !   he  ccmes, 
Shakes  the  wide  earth,  and  cleaves  the  tombs j 
Before  him  burns  devouring  fire, 

The  mountains  meh,   the  leas  retire. 

4  His  enemies,  with  i'cre  difoay, 

Fly  from  the  fight,  and  fliun  the  day  ! 
Then  lift  your  heads,    ye  faints  on  high, 
And  fing,    for  your  redemption's  nigh. 

Psalm  97    Ver.  6—9.   Part  2.    [L.  M.j 
I  r~f~^  h e  Lord  is  come;  the  heav'ns proclaim 
His  birth  j  the  nations  learn  his  name  : 


PSALM  XCVII.  209 

An  unknown  £ar  dlre£ls  the  road 
Of  eaftern  fages  to  their  God. 

2  ,  Ail  ye  bright  armies  of  the  ikies, 

Go  woifhip  where  the  Savior  lies  5 
Angels  and  icings  before  him  bow, 
Thofe  gods  on  high  and  gods  below. 

3  Let  Mols  totter  fo  the  ground, 

And  their  own   wcrfhippers  confound  j 

But  Judah  ihout.  but  Zion  fing, 

And  earth  confefs  her  fov'reign   King* 

Psalm  97,     Fart  3.     [L,  M.] 

1  ^"pHE  Almighty  reigns,  exalted  high 

JL      O'er  ail  the  earth,  o'er  all  the  fky  5 
Tho'  clouds  and  darknefs  veil  his  feet, 
His  dwelling  is  the  mercy-feat, 

2  O  ye  that  love  his  holy  name, 
Hate  ev'ry  work.cf  fin  and  (hame  5 
He  guards  the  fouls  of  all  his  friends. 
And  from  the  fnares  of  hell  defends. 

3  Immortal  light  and  joys   unknown 
Are  for  the  faints  in  darknefs  fown  ; 
Thofe  glorious  feeds  (hall  fpring  and  ri(e? 
And  the  bright  harvefi  blefs  our  eyes, 

4  Rejoice,  ye  righteous,  and  record 
The  facred  honors  of  the  Lord  ; 
None  but  the  foul  that  feels  his  grace 
Can  triumph  in  his  holinefs. 

R  2 


2io     PSALM  XCVII.  XCVIII. 

Psalm  97.   1,  3,  5—7,  u.   [C.  M.] 

1  "\7^E  iflands  of  the  northern  fea, 

JL        Rejoice,   the  Savior  reigns  : 
Kis  word,    like  fire,   prepares  his  way, 
And  mountains   melt  to  plains. 

2  His  r.refence  (Inks  the  proudcfl  hills, 

And  makes  the  rallies  rife  ; 
The  humble  foul  enjoys  his   fm  !es, 
The  haughty  firmer  dies. 

3  The  heav'ns  his  rightful  pow'r  proclaim  j 

The  idol  gods  around 
Fill  their  own  worfhippers  with  fhame, 
And  totter  to  the  ground. 

4  Adoring  angels  at  his  birth 

Make  the  Redeemer  known  ; 
Thus  mail  lie  come  to  judge  the  earth, 
And  ange's  guard  his  throne. 

5  His  fees  dial!  tremble  at  his  fight, 

And  hills  and  uas  retire  ; 
His  children  take  their  unknown  flight, 
And  leave  the  world  on  fire. 

6  The  feeds  of  j.iy  and  glory  fown 

For  faints  in  darknefs  here, 
Shall  rife  and   fpring  in  worlds  unknowa 
And  a  rich  harvtit  bear. 

Psalm   98.     Part  1.     [C.  M.] 

1    HpO  our  almighty  Maker,  God, 
JL       New  honors  be  addreft  ; 


PSALM  XCVIII.  211 

His  great  fa; ration  fhines  abroad, 

And  makes  the  nations  bleft. 
He  fpake  the  word  to  Abr'am   firil, 

Kis  truth   fulfils  the  grace  ; 
The  Gentiles  make  his  name  their  truHy 

Ana  ksrn  his  righteoufnefs. 
Let  the  whole  earth  his  love  proclaim 

With  a!l  her  different  tongu-s  ; 
And  fpread  the  honors  of  hi s  name 

In  melody  and  fangs. 

Fsalm  98.     Part  2.     [C  M.j 

JOY  to  the  world  %   the  Lord  is  come  I 
Let  earth  receive  her  king  : 
Let  ev^y  heart  prepare  him  room, 

And  heav'n  and    nature  fiog. 
Joy  to  the  earth,,  the  Savior  reigns  ! 

Let  meB  their  longs  employ  ;       [plains 
\Vh:ie  fields  and  floods,    rocksj  hiiis  and 

Repeat  the  founding  joy. 
No  more  iet  fins  and  forrows  grow3 

Nor  thorns  infefi  the  ground  ; 
He  comes  to  make  his  bleilings  flow, 

Far  as  the  curfe  is  found. 
He  rules  the  world  with  truth  asd  grace, 

And  makes  the  natioas  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteoufneis> 

And  wonders  of  his  love* 


2 [2  PSALM  XCXIX. 

Psalm  99,     Part  1.     [S,  M.] 

1  rip  HE  God  Jehovah  reigns, 

Jl        Let  all  the  nations  fear ; 

Let  finners  tumble  at  his  throne, 

And  faints  be  humble  here. 

2  Jefus  the  Savior  reigns, 

'  Let  earth  adore  its  Lord  ; 
Bright  cherubs  his  attendants  fland, 
Swift  to  fulfil  his  word. 

3  In  Zion  is  his  throne, 

His    honors  are  divine  ; 
His  church  fhall  make  his  wonders  knows 
For  there  his  glories  fhine. 

4  How  holy  is  his  name! 

How  terrible  his  praife  ! 
Juftice  and  truth,  and  judgment,  join 
In  all  his  works  of  grace. 

Psalm  99.     Part  2.     [S.  M,] 

i    T^  XALT  the   Lord  our  God, 
Kj      And   worfhip  at  his  feet  j 
His  nature  is  a!l  holinefs, 
And  mercy  is   his  feat. 

2  When   Ifr'el  was  his  church, 

When  Aaron  was  his   nr'eft, 
When  Moles  cry'd,  when  Sacsue!  pray'd 
He  gave  his  people  reft. 

3  Oft  he  forgave  their  1ms, 

Nor  would  deftrov  their  race  : 


213 

And  oft  he  made  his  vengeance  known 
When  they  abus'd  his  grace, 

Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 

Whofe  grace  is  ftilj  the  fame  , 

StilS  he's  a  God  of  holinefs, 
A  nd  j eai ous  1  c r  his,  p a iTke. 

Psalm  roo.     Firft  Metre, 

Jl  plain  iran/Iation. 
ITE  nations  round  the  earth,  rejoice 

I     Before  the  Lord,  your  fov'reign  King  j 
Serve  hirrj  with  cheerful  heart  and  voice, 
With  all  your  tongues  his  glory  fing. 
J2   The  Lord  is  God  :    'tis  he    alone 
Doth  life,  and  breath,    and  being  give  : 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  bur  own  ; 
The  fiieep  that  on   his  pastures  live. 
Enter  his   gates  wish  fongs  of  joy, 
With  rraifes  to  his  courts  repair  ; 
And  make  it  your  divine  employ 
To  pay  your  thanks  and  honors  there, 
The  Lord  is  good,  the  Lord  is  kind  5 
Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  fare  : 
And  the  whole  race  of  man  fhail  find 
Kis  truth  from  2ge  to  age  endure, 

Fsalm    100,     Second   Me.re, 

A  p&rgphrafe. 
I    "|3  BEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye  naiions  bow  vrhh  iacred  joy  j 


! 


2i4  PSALM  CI. 

Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone, 
He  can  create,  and  he  dcftroy. 

2  His  fov'reign  pow'r  without  cur  aid, 

Made   us  of  clay,  and  form'd  irs  men 
And  when,  like  wand'ring  fhe-'p  we  ftray'd. 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, 

Our  iou^s,  and  all  our  mortal  frame  : 
What  lading  honors  (hall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ? 

4  We'il  crcud  thy  gates  with  thank'uJ  longs, 

Hij.-h  as  the  heav'ns  our  voces   raifc  , 
And  earth,  with  her  ten  ihoufand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  founding  praife. 

5  Wide  as  the   world  is  thy  command, 

Vail  as  eternity  thy  love  ! 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  muft  Hand, 
When  rolling  years  {hall  ceafe  to  move! 

Psalm  ioi.     [L.  M.] 

ERCY  and  judgment  are  my  fong  ; 
And  fincethey  both  to  thee  belong, 
My  gracious  God,   my  righteous  King  ! 
To  thee  my  fongs  and  vows  I  11  bring. 

2  If  I  am  rais'd  to  bear  the  fwerd, 
1*11  take  my  counfels  fro  n  thy  word  j 
Thy  juft  ce  and  thy  heav'nly  grace 
Shall  be  the  pattern   cf  my  ways, 

3  Let  wifdom  all  my  aflions  guide, 
And  let  my  God  with  me  refide  j 


PSALM  CI.  *i5 

No  wicked  thin?,  ftiatl  dwell  with  me 
Which  may  provoke  tky  j-alouiy. 
j.  Nofoosof  flander,  rage,  and  ftri.e, 
Shall  fee  compamor ,-s  of  my  life  % 
The  haughty  look,  the  heart  of  pride, 
Within  my  doors  fhail  ne'er  abide.    _ 
[I  11  fearch  the  land,  and  raife  the  pit 
To  pofts  of  honor,  wealth,  and  truft  J 
The  men  *at  work  thy  holy  will 
Shall  be  mv  friends  and  favorites  ftill.] 
In  vain  mall  Tinners  hope  to  rile 
By  flatt'iiag*  or  malicious  lies: 
And  while  the  innocent  1  guard* 
The  bold  offenders  (han't  be  Ipar'd. 
The  impious  crsw,  (the  faflious  band) 
Shall  hide  their  heads,  or  quit  the  land  \ 
And  all  that  break  the  pub'ic  red, 
Where  I  have  pow'r,  fhail  be  fuppreft. 

Psalm  ioi.     £C.  M.] 

OFjaftice  and  of  grace  I  fing, 
And  pay  my  God  my  vows  ; 
Thy  grace  and  juRice,  heav'oly  King, 
Teach  me  to  rule  my  hou'e. 

2  New  to  my  tent,  O  God,  repair, 

And  make  thy  fervant  wife  ; 
I'll  fuffer  nothing  near  me  there 
Tfeat  Oiall  offend  thine  eyes. 

3  The  man  that  doth  his  neighbor  wrong, 

By  falsehood  or  by  force, 


i 


2i6  PSALM  Clf. 

The  fcomful  eye,  the  fland'rous  tongue, 
I'll  thruft  them  from  my  doors,  " 

4  I'll   feek  the  faithful  and  the  juft, 

And  will  their  help  er-.joy  ; 
Thr^e  a^e  the  frien<*s  that  I  fhall  truft, 
^  The  fervants  I'll  employ. 

5  The  wretch  that  deals  in  fly  deceit 
^  I -11  not  endure  a  night  \ 

The  liar's  tongue  I'll  ever  hate, 
And  banifh  ftom  my  fight. 

6  1*11  puree  my  family  around, 

And   make  the  wicked  flee  ; 
So  mall  my  houfe  be  ever  found 
A  dwelling  fi:  for  thee. 

Psalm  id*.   Ver.  1  —  13,20,  21.     Part  I 
[C.  M.J 

1  "LIEAR  me  °  God,  nor  hide  thy  face. 
XT      Burswifwer,  left  [die  : 

Haft  thou  not  burr  a  throne  of  grace, 
To  hear  when  fianers  cry  ? 

2  My  days  are  wafted  like  the  ftnoke 

Diflblving  in  the  sir  t 
My  ftreogth  is  dry'd,  my  heart  is  broke, 
And  finkihg  in  defpair. 

3  My  fpirirs  flag  like  withering  grafs, 

Burnt  with  exceflive  heat : 
In  jecret  groans   my  minutes  pafs, 
Ard  I  fdrget  to  eat. 

4  As  on   fo  ne  lonely  buld 

The  fparrow  tells  her  m(  1 


PSALM  CIL  2f7 

Far  from  the  tents  of  joy  and  hope,j 
I   dc  and  grieve  alone. 

5  My  fpu'  is  like  a  wildernefs 

Where  beafh  or  midnight  howl  % 
There  the  dd  raven  finds  her  place, 
And  there  the  {creaming  ow!. 

6  Dark  difm.nl  thoughts  and  boding  fears 

Dwell  in  my  troubled  bread ; 
"While  {harp  reproaches  wound  my  c-ars? 
Nor  give  my   fpirit  reft. 

7  My  cup  is  mingled  with  my  wees, 

And  tears  are  my  repair.  ; 
My  dafy  bread,  like  afbss,  grows 

UnpSealant  to  my  tafte/ 
;;8   Senfe  can   affjrJ  no  real  joy 

To  {bub  that  feal  thy    frown  ; 
Lord,  'twas  thy  Hand  advanced    me  high  ; 

Thy  band  hath  cad  rse  down* 

9  My  leeks  like  withered  leases  appear; 

And  life's  declining  light 
Grows  faint  as  evening  ftiadows  are, 
That  vanifh  iot'p  night. 

10  But  thou  for  ever  art  the  fame, 

O  my  eternal  God  ! 
Ages  to  come  (hall  know  thy  name, 
And  fpread  thy  works  abr  >ad, 
l  [    Thou  wih  arife  and  (hew  thy  face, 
Nor  will  my   Lores  delay 
Beyond  th'  appointed  hour  of  grace, 
S 


218  PSALM   C1I. 

That  long  expected  day. 
12   Ke  hears  his    faint?,  he  knows  tl 
And  by  myfterious  ways 
Redeems  the  pris'ners  coom'd  tc  die, 
And  fl'ls  their  tongues  with  praife, 

Psalm  102.  Ver.  13 — 21.  Part  2   [C.  M.] 

1  T     ET   Zion   and  hir  Tons  rejoice  ; 
JL.J!      Behold  the  prornis'd  hour  ; 

Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice, 
And  comes  C  exalt  his  pow'r. 

2  Her  dud  and  ruins  that  remain, 

Are  precious   in  our  fyes  ; 
Thole  ruins  (hall  he  built  again, 
And  all  that  duft  (hall 

3  The  Lord  will  i*:f?  Jerufalem, 

And  fland  in  glory  there: 
Nations  fiiall  bow  before  his  name, 
And  kings  attend  with  fear. 

4  He  iits  a  fov'ieign  on  his  ihrore, 

With  pity  in  his  eyes : 
He  hcais  the  dying  pris'ners  groan, 
And  fees  their  fighs  arife. 
c   He  frees   the  fouls  condemn'd  to  death  ; 
And  when  his  faints  complain, 
It  fhan\  be  faid,  '  That  praying  breath 
*  Was  ever  fpent  in  vain.' 
6  This  fix  ill  be  known  when  we  are  dead 
And  left  on  long  record, 
That  ages  yet  unborn  may  read, 
And  truft  and  praife  the  Lord. 


ps.vjlm  en-,  cm,        atg 

Psalm  102.    23—28.     Part  3,    [L.  M.] 

1  TT  is  the   Lord  our  Savior's  hand 

J_    Weakens  ©ur  ftrength  amidft  the  race  ; 
Difeafe  and  death  at  his  command 
Arreft  us,  and  cut  fhort  our  days. 

2  Spare  us,  O  Lord,  aloud  we  pray, 
Nor  let  our  fun  go  down  at  noon  % 
Thy  years  are  one  eternal  day, 
And  rnuii  thy   children  die  fo  Toon  ! 

3  Yet,  in  the  midtt  of  death  and  grief. 
This  thought  our  furrow   lhail  ailaage  ; 
i  Our  Father  and  our  Savior  live  5 

*  Chiift  is  the  fame  through  ey'ry  a  *e 

4  Twas  he  this  earth's  foundation  laid  , 
Heav'u  is  the  building  of  his  hand  i 

This  earth  grows  old.  thefe  heav'ns  faail 
And  all  be  changed  at   kis  command. 

5  The  (tarry  curtains  of  the  fcy, 
Like  garments  fhall  be  laid  afide  ; 

But  (lill  thy  throne  (lands  firm  and  high  ; 
Thy  church  for  ever  mult  abide. 

6  before  thy  face  thy  church   (hall  live, 
And  on  thy  throne  thy  children   reign  ; 
This  dying  world  (hall  they   furvive, 
And  the  dead  faints  be  rais'd   aoain. 


saim  1C3,   Ver,   1 — 7.   Part  I.    [L.  M.l 

ny  foul,  the  living  God, 
thy  tho'ts  that  rove  abroad, 


1    T>  LESS,  O  my  foul,  the  livini  God 

JD  Call  home 


PSALM  cm. 

Let  ai!  the  }>ow?-fS  wit4  in  mejo'n 
in  ■•      f.e^ 

2  IVItTs,  i  [ou!,  the  God  or  gr^ce  j 
His  favors   claim  thy  highefi   pra-fe  : 
Why  flicu'd  the  wonders  he  hath  u roughs 
Iv  loft  in  fiance  and  forgot  ? 

3  "  lis  he.  my  feu?,  that  fent  his  Son 

To  d:e  for  crimes  which  thou  haft  done  : 
He  owns  the  ranfom,  and  forgives 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

4  The  vices  of  the  mind  he  hea's, 
And  cures  the  pains  that  nature  feels  : 
Redeems  the  (bul  from  hell,  and  faves 
Our  wading  life  from  threat'ring  graves. 

5  Our  youth  decay'd  his  pow'r  repairs  ; 
His  m  rcy  crowns  our  growing  years  : 
He  fa  isfi  s  our  mouth  with  good, 
And  h!,s  our  hopes  with  heavenly  food. 

6  Ht   f  es  th'  oppreiTor  and  th'  eppreft, 
And   often  g:ves  the  fufT'rers  reft  ; 
But  will  his  jufiice  more  difplay 

In  'he  lafl  great  rewarding  day. 

7  [His  pow'r  he  fhew'd  by  Mofes'  hands, 
And   gave  to  [fr'el  lis  commands  ; 
But  fent  his  truth  and  mercy  down 

To   all  the   nations  by  his  Son. 

8  Let  the  whole  earth  his  pow'r  cenfefs  ; 
Let  the  whole  ear:h  adore  his  grace  ; 
The  Gentile  with  the   Jew  flial 

In  work  and  worftlip  fo  divine  J 


psalm  em.  2-r 

Psalm  103.  Ver.  8—18.  Part  2.  [L.  M.] 

1  ^"F"1  he  Lord,howwond'rous  are  his  ways ! 
JL    How  trim  his  truth,  how  large  his  grace! 
He  takes  his  mercy  for  his  throne, 
And  thence  he  make3  his  glories  known. 
Not  half  fo  high  his  pow'r  hath  fpread 
The  (terry  heav3ns  above  our  head, 
As  his  rich  love  exceeds  our  praife, 
Exceeds  the  higheft  hopes  we  raife. 
Not  half  fo  far  hath  nature  placM 
The  rifing  morning  from  the  wed, 
As  his  forgiving  grace  removes 
The  daily  guilt  of  thofe  he  loves. 

4.  How  flowly  doth  his  wrath  arife  ! 
On  fwifttr  wings  falvation  flies  : 
And  if  he  lets  his  anger  burn, 
How  foon  his  frowns  to  pity  turn  ! 

5  Amidft  his  wrath  compaffion  mines  ; 
His  flrokes  are  lighter  than  our  fins  ; 
And  while  his  rod  correcls  his  faints, 
His  ear  indulges  their  complaints. 

6  So  fathers   their  young  fons  chailife 
With  gentle  hands  and  melting  eyes  ; 
The  children   weep  beneath  the  fmart, 
And  move  the  pity  of  their  heart. 

PAUSE. 

1  The  mighty  God,  the  wife  and  juir, 
Knows  that  our  frame  is  feeble  duft ; 
S  2 


222  PSALM  cur. 

And  will  no  heavy  loads  impofe 
Beyond  the  ftrength  that  be  beftows, 

8  He  knows  how  foon  our  nature  dies, 
ElJted  by  ev'ry  wind  that  flies  ; 
Like   orals  we  fpriig,  and  die  as  foon, 
Or  morning  fbw'rs  that  fade  at  noon. 

9  But  h:s  eternal  love  is   fure 

To  all  the  faints,  and  ihall  endure  ; 
From  age  to  age  his  truth  fha!l  reign, 
Nor  children's  children  hope  in  vain. 

Fsalm   103     Ver.    i — 7    Part  1.     [S.  M.] 

1  /^W    BLESS  the  Lord,  my  foul  j 
\J       Let  all  within  me  join. 
And  aid  my  tongue  to  b!efs  his  name, 

Whofe   favors  are  divine. 

2  O   blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul ! 

Nor  let  his  mercies  tie 
Forgotten  in  un thankful ntfs, 
And   without  praifes  die. 

3  'lis  h    fcgives  thy  fins, 

'Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain  ; 
'Tis  he  that  heals  thy  ficknefles, 
And  mak  s  thee  young  again, 

4  He  crowns  thy  Ire  with  love, 

When  ranfom'd  from  the  grave  ; 
He  that  redeem'd  my  foul  from  hell 
Hath  fov're  gn  pow'r  to  favt. 

5  He  rills  the  poor  with  good, 

He  gives  the  fufF  rsrs  reft  5 


PSALM  CHI.  223 

The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud, 

And  juftice  for  th'   opprelh 
Kis  woad'rous  works  and  ways 

He  made  by  Moies  known  j 
Bin  fent  the  world  his  truth  acd  grace 

By  his  beloved  Son, 

Psalm  103,  Ver.  8  —  18.  Part  2.   [S.  M.] 

MY  foul,  repeat  his  praife, 
Whole  mercies  are  io  great  3 
Whofe  anger  is  fo  flow  to  rife, 

So  ready  to  abate. 
Gsd   wi!i  not  always  chide  ; 

And  when  his  ftrokes  are  felt, 
Kis  ftrckes  are  fewer  than  our  criirtti, 
And  lighter  than  our  guilt. 

3  High  as  the  heav'ns  are  ra's'd 

Above  the  ground  we  tread, 
So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 
Our  higheft  thoughts  exceed, 

4  His  pow'r  fubdues  our  fins, 

And  his  forgiving  love, 
Far  as  the  eaft  is  from  the  wed, 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

5  The  pity  of  the  Lord 

To  thofe  that  fear  his  name, 

I3  fucli  as  tender  parents  feel  5 

He  knows  our  reeble  frame. 

€  He  knows  we  are  but  duft, 

Scauer'd  with  ev'ry  breath  % 


224  PSALM  CIII. 

His  anger,  like  a  rifing  wind, 
Can  lend  us  fwift  to  death. 

7  Our  days  are  as  the  grafs, 

Or  like  the  morning  flow'r  ; 
If  one  (harp  blaft  fweep  o'er   the  field, 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 

8  But  thy  compaflions,  Lord, 

To  endlefs  yeais  endure  ; 
And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promife  fure. 

Psalm  103.  Ver.  19 — 22.  Part  3.  [S.  M.] 

1  rT^HE  Lord,  the  fov'reign  King, 

I         Hath  fiVd  his  throne  on  high  ; 
O'er  all  the  heav'nly  world  he  rules, 
And  all  beneath  the  fky. 

2  Ye  angels  great  in  might, 

And  fwift  to  do  his  will, 
Biefs  ye  the  Lord,  whofe  voice  ye  hear, 
Whofe  pleaiure  ye  fulfil. 

3  Let  the  bright  hofls  who  wait 

The  orders  of  their  King. 
And  guard  his  churches  when  they  pray, 
Join  in  the  praife  they  fing. 

4  While  all  his  wond'rous   works 

Thro*  his  vaft  kingdom  (hew 
Their  maker's  glory,  thou,  my  foul, 
Shall  fmg  his  graces  too. 


PSALM  cr 


22f 


Psalm  104,     [L.   M.J 

jf*  Y   foul,  thy   yre^t  Creator  pra!fj  1 
When  cloth  d  in  his  celeftiai  rays, 
He  in  fail   Hjajefty  appears. 
And  like  a  robe  his  glory   wears. 

Note.      7^/j  Pfahn  may  he  fling  to  the  turn  of 
the  eld  ill  or  \2~jth  Pfahn  ,  by  adding  ihefs 
two   lines  to  every  Jlanza,  namely. 
Great  is  the  Lord  5   what  tongue  can  frame 
An  equal  honor  to  his  name  ? 

Other  wife  it  mvjl  be  fang  as  the  100th  Pfahn* 

2  The  heav'ns  are  for  his  curtains  fpread, 
TV  unfathom'ct  deep  he  makes  his  bed  ; 
Clouds  are  his  chariot,  when  he  fi;es 
On  winged  ftorms  acrols  the  fides. 

3  Angels,  whom  his  own  breach  iof^ires, 
His  minifters  are  flaming  fires  ; 

And  iw-ft  as  thought  their  armies  move 
To  bear  his  vengeance  or   his  love, 

4.  The  world's  foundations  by  his  hand 
Are  pois'd,  and   fna!I  forever  ftani  s 
He  binds  the  ocean  in  his  chain, 
Left  it  ihouid  drown  the  earth  again. 

5   When  earth  was  co?tr  d   w  tb  the  flood, 
Which  high  above  the  mountains  flood, 
He  thunder'd,  and  the  ocean  fled, 
Confin'd  to  its  appointed  bed. 

£  The  fweiling  billows  know  their  bound, 


Yet  thence  convey'd  by  fecrtt  veins, 
They  fpnng  on  hills  and  drench  the  plains 

7  He  bids  the  cryftal  fountains  flow, 
And    c'.tcr  the  vallies  as  they  go  ; 
Tame  hei"  rs  rnere   t;  :ir  third  allay, 
And  for  the  dream  wild  i-iles  bray. 

8  From  pleafant  trees  that   (hade  the  brink, 
The  larl?  and  linnet  light  to  drink  ; 
Their  fongs  the  lark  and  linnet  raife, 
And  chide   our  fik-nce  in  his  praife. 

PAUSE     1, 

9  Gc3,  from  hi3  cloudy  cittern,  pours 
On  the  parch'd  earth  enriching  fhow'rs  ; 
The  grove,  the  garden,  and  the  field, 

A   thoufaod  joyful  bleflings  yield. 

10  He  makes  the  graffy  fyod  arife, 
And  gives  the  cattle  large  fuppiies  ; 
With   herbs  lor  man,   of  various  pow'r, 
To  r.ourifh  nature,  or  to  cure, 

1 1  What  noble  fruit  the  vines   produce  ! 
The  olive  yields  a  (Tuning  juice  ; 

Cur  hearts  are  cheer'd  with  gen'rous  wine, 
With  inward  joy  our  faces  ihine. 

12  I -'is  bounteous  hands  our  tables  fpread, 

ith  nature's  claief  fuppprter,  bread  ; 
While  bread  your  vital  Itrength  imparts, 
Serve  him  with  vigor  in  your  hearts. 

PAUSE    2. 

i  3   Behold  the  (lately  cedar  Aands, 
Rais'd    -  the  foreft  bv  his  hands 


PSA1M  CIV.  227 

Bird?  to  the  bough?  for  fhelter  fly, 
And  build  their  nefts  fecure  en  high, 

14  To  craggy  hills  afcends  the  goat  , 
And  at  the  airy  mountain's  foot 
The  feebler  creatures  make  their  cell  • 
He  gives  them  wildom  where  to  dwell. 

15  He  fets  'be  fan  his  circling  race, 
Appoints  the  moon  to  change  her  face  ; 
And  when  trick  darknefs  veils  the  day, 
Calls  out  wild  beafls  to  hunt  their  pray., 

J 6  Fierce  lions  lead  their  young   abroad, 
And  roaring  aik  their  meat  from  God  5 
But  when  the  morning  beams  arife, 
The  favage  btaft  to  covert  flies. 

17  Then  man  to  daily  labor  goes  : 
The  night  was  made  for  his  repofe ; 
Sleep  is   thy  gift,  that  fweet  relief 
From  tireforne  toil  and  wafting  grief. 

1 8  How  iirangethy  works !  howgreatthy  flail  S 
And  ev'ry  land  thy  riches  fill: 

Thy  wifdom  round  the  world  we  fee, 
This  fpacious  earth  is  full  of  thee. 

j  9  Nor  lefs  thy  glories  in  the  deep, 
Where  filh  in  millions  fwim  and  creep, 
With  wond'rous  motions,  fwift  or  flow, 
Still  wand'ring  in  the  paths  below, 

20  There  fhlps  divide  their  watery  way, 
And  flocks  of  fcaiy  mongers  play  ; 
There  dwells  the  huge  Leviathan, 
And  foams  and  fports  in  ipite  of  man, 


228  PSALM  XCIV. 


PAUSE    J. 

21  Vaft  are  thy  works,   almighty  Lord  i 
AD  na'ure  rei'rs  upon  <hy  word, 

And  the  whole  t^ce  of  crea'ures  ftand, 
Waiting  their  portion  from  thy  hand. 

22  While  each  receives  his  d  ff  rent  food, 
The:r  cheerful  looks  pronounce  it  good  ; 
Esgies  and  bears  and  vales   and  worms, 
Rejoice  and  praife  in  different  forms. 

23  But  when   thy  face  is  hid  they  mourn, 
And  dying  to  their  dull  return  ; 

Both  man  and  beaft  their  fouls  ref'i?n  ; 
Life,  breath,  and  fpiril,  a!!  are  thine. 

24  Vet  thou  canft  breathe  on  dulr.  again, 
And  fi'l  th*3  world   with  beads  and  a. en  ; 
A  word  of  thy  creating  breath 

Repairs  the  vaftes  of  time  and   death. 

25  Kis  work?,  the  wonders  of  his  might, 
Are  honor'd  with  bis  own  delight  : 
How  awful  are  his  glorious  ways  ! 
The  Lord  is  dreadful  in  his  pra  fe, 

25  The  earth  (lands  trembling  at  thy  llroke, 
And  at  thy  touch  the  mountains  fmoke  ! 
Yet  bumble  fouls  may  iee  thy  face, 
And  tell  their  wants  to  iov  reign  grace. 

2«   In  thee  my  hopes  and  wifhes  n  eet, 
rind  make  my  meditations  fweet ; 
My  praifes  fhall  my   breath  employ 
Till  it  expire  in  endkfs  joy. 


PSALM  6T-  2:9 

2B  "While   haughty    finners  d'-t  accuril, 
Their^lory  bury'd  in  the  du$t 
I,  to  my   God,    my  heav'n'y   King, 
Ifomortai  hallelujahs  &i*g. 

Psalm  105.   Abridged.   [C.   MJ 
IVE  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name, 
And  tell  the  world  bis  grace*, 
Sound  through  the  earth  his  deeds  of  fame, 

That  all  may  feek  his  face. 
His  cov'nant  which  he  kept  in  mind 

Fcr  numerous  ages  pair, 
To  num'rcus  ages  yet  behind 

In  equal  force  (hall  !aft. 
He  fware  to  Abr'am  and  his  feedP 

And   made  the  blefling  fure  ; 
Gentiles  the  ancient  promife  read, 

And   find    his  truth   endure. 

*  Thy  feed  Hi  all  make  all  nations  bleft, 

(Said  the  almighty  voice) 

*  And  Canaan's  land  (nail  be  their  red, 

*  The  type   ofe  heav'nly  joys.'* 
[How  large  the  grant  !  feow  rich  the  grace 

To  give    them  Canaan's  land, 
When  they  were  Grangers  in  the  place, 

A   little  feeble  band  ! 
Like  pilgrims  thro*  the  countries  round 

Securely   they  remove  ; 
And  haughty  kings  that  en  them  frtwn-'c 

Severely  herecrov'd, 
T 


2J0  PSALM  CT. 

7  l  Touch  mti»c  anolntec1,  and  my  am 

*  Shall  foon  avenge  the  wrcn^  ' 

1  The  man  that  does  my  prophets  harm 

*  Shall  know  the'r  God  is  Itrong.' 

8  Then  let  the  world  forbear  lis  rage, 

Nor  pu1:  the   church  in  fear  : 
Ifr'el   muft  live   thro'  ev'ry   age, 
And   be   th'  Almighty's  care.] 

PAUSE     I, 

9  When  Pharoah  dar'd   to  vex  the  faiats 

And  thus   provek'd  their  Go^, 

Mofes  was   lent,  at  their  complaints, 

Arm'd    with   his   dreadful    rod. 

10  He  cali'd  for  darknefsv  darknefs  cams 

Like  ?.n  o'*r whelming  flood  ; 
Kc  turn'd  each  lake  and   ev'ry    ftream 
To  lakes  and   (beams  of  blood. 

11  He  gave  the  (isn,  and    noifome  flies 

Thro*  the  whole  country  fpread  ;    • 
And  frogs,   In  croaking  armies,  rife 
About    the   monarch's  bed. 

12  Thro1  fields,  .and   towns,  and  palaces, 

The  ten-fold   vengeance  flew  ; 
Lor ufls  in  (warm's  devoured   their  trees, 
And  hail   their  cattle   flew. 

13  Then  by  an  angel's  midnight  ftroke 

The  flow'r   of  Egypt  dy'd  ; 
The  flrength  of  ev'ry  houfe  was  broke, 
Tkeir  glory  and  their  pride. 


PSALM  CV.  231 

14  Now  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 

Nor  put  the  church  in  fear  : 
Ifr'el    mud  live  thro'  ev'ry  age, 
And  be  th'  Almighty's  care. 

pause  2. 

15  Thus  were  the  tribes  from  bondage  brought, 

And  left   the  hated  ground  : 
Each  fome  Egyptian  fpoiis  had  got, 
And   not   one  feeble  found. 

16  The  Lord  himielf  chofe  out  their   way, 

And  mark/d  their  jouraies  right  ; 
Gave  them  a  leading  cloud  by  day, 
A  fi'ry  guide  by  night, 

17  They  third  j  and  waters  from  the  rock 

In  rich  abundance  flow, 
And  following  i\u\  the  courfe  they  took, 
Rao  ail  the  defert  through. 

18  O  wond'rous-  dream  !    O  ble$fd  type 

Of  ever-flowing  grace  i 
So  Chriir.  our  rack  maintains  our  life 
Thro5  all  this   wi'dernefs. 

19  Thus  guarded  by  th'  almighty  hand, 

The  chofen  tribe  poihit 
Canaan,  the  rich,   the  promis3d  \znd, 
Amd  there  enjoy  M  their  reft. 

20  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage,  - 

The  church  renounce  her  fear  ; 
Ifr'el  mull  live  thro'  ev'ry  ace, 
And  be  th'  Almighty's  care, 


*32  PCALM  cvr.    -m 

Psalm  ic5.  Ver.  1—5,  Part  1.    [L.  M." 

O  Gcr1  the  preat,  the  e?cr  b!rfr, 
Ler  forigS  of  honor  he  sddrelf  ; 
His  mercy  fir;n    for  ever  ft  sods  : 
Give  him  the  thanks  his  love  demands. 

2  Who  knows  the  wonders,  of  thy  wsjy.s  ? 
Who  fhall  fulfil  thy  bdtmdlefs   p^fe  • 
Bleft  are  the  foals  that  fear   thee  ftiil, 
And  pay  their  duty  to  thy  will. 

3  Remember  what  thy  mercv  did 

For  Jacob's  rsce,   thy  chofen   feed  ; 
And  with  the  fa'v.e  faiva'ion  blefs 
The  meanefl  fuppiiant  of  thy  grace. 

4  O  may  I   Tee  thy   tribes  rejoice, 

And  aid  their  triumphs  with  my  voice  ! 
This  is  my  glory,    Lord,  to  be 
join'd  to  thy  faints,  and  near  to  thee. 

Fsalm  ic6.   Ver.  7,  8.   12  — 14,  43 — 4T, 

Part  2.   [S.  M.] 
f    S~1  OD  of  eternal  love, 

V^JT     How  fickle  are  our  w^ys  ! 
And  yet  how  oft  did  Ifr'e!  prove 
Thy  conftancy  of  grace  ! 

2  They  (aw  thy  wonders  wrought, 

And  ti  en  thy  praife  they  funp  ; 
But  foon    thy  works  of  pow'r  forgot, 
And  murmur'd  with  their  tongue. 

3  Now  they  believe  his  word, 

While  rocks    with  rivers  flow  ; 


PSALM  CVIL  ■    *ii 

Now,  with  their  lufts,  provoke  the  Lord3 

And  he  reduc'd  them  low. 
Yet  when  they  mourn' d  their   faults, 

He  hearken'd  to  their  groans  ; 
Brought  his  own  cov'nant  to  his  thoughts, 

And   caU'd  them   (lid  his  Tons. 
Their  names  were  in  his  book, 

He  fav'd   them  from  their  foes  ; 
Oft  he  chafris'd,  but  ne'er  forfook, 

The   peonie  that   he  choie. 
Let    Iir'el  b!e"s  the   Lord, 

Who  lov'd   their  ancient  race  ; 
And  Chriftians  join  the  fotemo  word 

Amen,  to  ail  the  praife. 

Psalm  107*     Part  1.     [L,  M.] 

C~1  IVE  thanks  to  God;  he  reigns  a 
y   Kind  are  his  tho'ts,  h;s  ^ rr  £  is  Ic    : 
His  mercy  ages  pall  h?ve  known. 
And  ages  long  to  come  fna'l  own. 

!   Let  the  redeemed  of  the  Lord 
The  wonders  of  his  grace  record  ; 
Ifr'el,  the   nation  whom  he  choie, 
And  refcu'd  from  their  mighty   fees, 

}   £When  God's  almighty  arm  had  broke 
Their  fetters  and    th^  Egyptian  yoke* 
They  trae'd  the  defert,   wand'ring  round 
A  u'iid  and  fclitary  r  rcurd  ! 

j.  There  they  cou'd  find  ro  leading    read, 
Nqz  city  for  a  fix'd  abode  ; 
T  3 


231-  PSALM  C7IL 

liar  road  nor  fountain  to  afliitgc 
Their  burning  thirfr,    or  hunger's  tz™<"] 

5  In  their  diftrefs  to  God  they  cry'd  ; 
God   was  their  Savior  and  their  guide  ; 
He  led  their   march  far  wand'ring  round  ; 
'  Pwas   the  ripht  path  to  Canaan's  ground. 

6  Thus  when  our  hr!t  releafe  we  gam 
From  fin's  old  yoke,   and  Satan's  chain, 
We  have  this  defert  world   to  pafs, 

A   dang'rous  and  a  tirefome  place. 

7  He  feeds  and  clothes  U3  all  the  way; 
He  guides  our  footfteps  left  we  (tray  ; 
He  guards  us  with  a  pow'rful  hand, 
And  brings  us  to  the  heav'nly  laad. 

8  O  let  the  faints  with  joy  record 
The  truth  and  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  his  works !  how  kind  his  ways  ! 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 

Psalm  107.    Part  2.     [L.  M.] 

!   XT' ROM  age  to  age  exalt  his  name, 
Jj     God  and  his  grace  are  (till  the  fame  : 
He  fills  the  hungry  foul  with  food, 
And  feeds  the  poor  with  ev'ry  good, 

2  But  if  their  hearts  rebel,  and  rife 
Againd  the  God  that  rules  the  fkies  j 
If  they  reject  his   heav'nly  word, 
And  flight  the  counfels  of  the  Lord  ; 

9  He'll  bring  their  fpirits  to  the  ground, 
And  no  deliver  (hall  be  found; 


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PSALM  CVIL  235 

Laden  .with  gref  they  wa^te  their  breath 
In  darkoeis  and  the  divides  of  death. 

4  Then  to  the  Lor;i  they  raife  their  cries, 
He  makes  the. dawning  li«ht  arife, 
And  fcatters  a!!  that  dif-ml  fhade 
That  hung  fo  heavy  round  their, head* 

$  He  cuts  the  bars  of  hrafs   in   two, 
And  lets  the  fmiling  pris'ner  thro1  ; 
Takes  off  ihe  load  of  guilt  and  grief, 
And  gives  the  labVing  foul  relief. 

6  O  may  the  fons  of  men   recoid 

The  wond'rous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  his  works  I  how  kind  his  ways  !" 
Xet  e?'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 

Psalm  107.    Part  3.     [L.  M.] 

1  "TTAIN  man,  on  foolim  pleafures  bent, 

V      Prepares  for  his  own  punifhuent  1 
What  pains,  what  loathfome  maladies, 
From  luxury  and  luft  arife  ! 

2  The  drunkard  feels  his  vitals  wafte, 

Yet  drowns  his  health  to  pleafe  his  tafte  j 
Till  all  his  adling  pow'rs  are  loft, 
And  fainting. life  draws  near  the  duft» 

3  The  glutton  groans,  and  loathes  to  eat, 
His  foul  abbots  delicious  meat  ; 
Nature  with  heavy  loads  oppreft, 
Would  yield  to  death  to  be  releas'd, 

4  Then   how  the  frighted  finners  fly 
To  God  for  help,   with  ear neft  cry  I 


2$6  PSALM  CVII. 

He  hears  their  groans,  prolongs  their  breach 
And   faves  them  from  approaching  death 

$  No  med'cine  cculd   effecl  the  cure 
So   quick,    fo   eafv,   or  fo  fure  : 
The  deadly  fentence  God  repeal?; 
He  fends  his  fbv'reipn    word    and  heals 

6  O    may  'he  fons  of  men  record 

The  wond'rous  poodneO:  of  the  Lord  ! 
And  let  their  thankful   oft  rings  prove 
How  they  adore  their  Maker's  love. 

Psalm  107.    Part  4.     [L.  M.] 

1  "TXT  ould  you  behold  t'^e  works  of  God, 

V  V      His  wonders  in  the  world  abroad, 
Go  with  the  mariners   and  trace 
The  unknown   repions  of  the   feas. 

2  They  leave  their   native  fhores  be>  ind, 
And  feize  the  favo»    of  the  wind, 
Till  God  commands  and  tempers  rife, 
That  heave  the  ocean  to  the  fides. 

g   Now  to  the  heav'ns  they  mount  amain, 
Now  fink  to  dreadful  deeps  again  ; 
What  ftrange  affrights  young    failors  feel 
And  like  a   ftagg'ring  drunkard  reel. 

4.  When  land   is  far,  and  death  is  nigh, 
Loft  to  al!  hope,  to  God  thev  cry  ; 
Hi?   mercy  hears  their  loud  addrefs, 
And  fends  falva'ior  in    diftrefs. 

5   He  bids  the  winds  their  wrath  .  flu  age, 
The  furious  waves  forget  their  rage ; 


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cFSALM  CVI-L  237 

*Tfe  r:!m  \   srd  '&i'or-s  frm'e  to    fee  , 

-    1 '  -y   'v  H-  d   to  be, 
C   0   n*2?y  :';e   ferrs  of  mtn  record 
.    The   wond'rcus  r'CjC:?'??.  of  tfcte   Lord  ! 
iLet  'hen:   t!;ri;   piv&e  civ ?riffgs  bring, 
And  in   the  church  his  glory  fing. 

Psalm    1P7.      Part  5,      [C.  M.j 

1  ry^HY  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord,. 

JL        IPhy    wonders  in  the  deeps, 
The  fens   cf  courage  (hail   record, 
Who  trade  in  floating  fh'ps. 

2  At  his  command   the   winds  ariie, 

And   fweil  the  tew' ring  waves  ; 
The  men  ■aftcn-iiVd  mount  the  ikies, 
And  Gnk  in  gaping  graves* 
S    C^ga'n  ^:ey  c''a^  *M  V/atVy  hills, 
And  -plunge  in   deeps. again  ; 
.Each  like  a  tou'rlng  drunkard  reels, 
And  finds  his  courage  vain. 

4  -Frighted  to  hear  the  teropeft  roar, 

They  pant  with  fluttering  breath  ; 
And,  hope'efs  of  the  difrant  fhore, 
E-xpecl  immediate  death.] 

5  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  crlss3 

He  hears  their  loud  requeff. 
And  orders  fi'ence  thro'  the  fides, 
And  lays   the  floods  to  red. 
€  Sailors  rejoice  to  ioefe  their  fears. 
And  fee  the  dona  alia) 'd  5 


238  PSALM  CVIL 

Now  to  their  eyes  the  port  appears  ; 
There  let  their  vows  be  paid. 

7  'Tis  God  that  brings  them  fafe  to  land  j 

Let  ftupid  mortals   know 
That  waves  are  under  his  command, 
And  a!l  the  winds  that    blow. 

8  O  'hat  the  Tons  of  men  would   praife 

The  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
And  thofe  who  fee  thy  wondYous  ways, 
Thy    wond'rous  love  record. 

Psalm   107.      Lafl  Part.      [L.  M.] 

1  "T^TT  HEN  God,  provok'd   with  daring 

\  V  crimes, 

Scourges  the  madntfs  of  the  times, 
He  turns  their  fields  to  barren  fand, 
And  dties  the  rivers  from  the  land. 

2  His  word  can  raife  the  fprings  again, 
And  make  the  wither'd   mountains  grern, 
Send  mcw'ry  blefiin^s   from  the  fides, 
And  harveds  in  the  defert  rife. 

3  [Where  nothing  dwelt  but  beads  of  prey,i 
Or  men  as  fierce  and   wild  as  they  ; 

pie  bids  th?  oppreft  and  poor  repair, 
And  builds  them  towns  and  cities  ihere. 

4  They  fow  the  field,  and  trees  they  plant, 
Whofe  yearly  fruit  fupply  their  want  : 
Their  race  grows  up  from  fruitful  frocks, 
Their  wealth  increafes  with  their  flocks. 

5  Thus  they  are  blelt  j  but  if  they  fin, 
He  lets  the  aeathec  Rations  in  j 


fgALM  cr&,  439 

A  (avage  crew  invades   their  land?, 
Their  princes  die  by  harb'rous   hands. 
Their  captive  Ton?,  expos'd  to  fcorn, 
Wander  unpitv'd  and  forlorn  \  y 
The  country  lies  imfencM,   untili'd, 
And  defo'ation  fpreads   the  fie!  L 
Yet  if  the  humbled  nation  mourns. 
Again  his  dreadful  hand  he  turns, 
Again  he  makes  their  cities  thrive, 
And  bids  the  dying  churchesjive.] 
The  righteous,  with  a  joyful  fenfe, 
Admire  the  works  of  Providence, 
And  tongues  of  atheifts  (ball  no  mors 
Blafpheme  the  God  that  Tain's  adore. 
How  few  with  pious  care  record 
Thefe  wond'rows  dealings  of  the  Lord  S 
But  wife  obfervers  (til!  fhal!  find 
The  Lord  is  holy,  juft  and  kind. 

Psalm  109.    Ver.  1—5,  31.     [CM.] 

GOD  of  my  mercy  &nd  my  praife, 
Thy   glory  is  my  long  ; 
Tho*  tinners  fpeak  againft  thy  grace 
With  a  blafpheming  tongue. 
\  When  in  the  form  of  mortal  maa 
Thy  Son  on  earth  was  found, 
With  cruel  flanders,  falfe  and  vain, 
They  compafs  him  around. 
9  Their  rmVries  his  compaflion  move, 
Their  peace  he  ftiil  purfu'd $ 


240  PSALM  CX 

They  retwfer  haired  for  Ks  ! ovr, 
,\t-]  evi!   for  hn  g 

4  The-:r  rmlxe  rac'  I  a  caufe  ; 

Yet  witH   his    r*yi«g  breath 
He  pray'd    for  murd'rers  on  his  crof3, 
And   b'-fs'd  his  fees  in  death. 

5  Lord,  fhafl   thy  bright  extimpfc   ihioe 

In  vain  before  my  eyes  ? 
Give  roe  a   foiA  a-kin  to  thin?, 
To  Kvve  ro'f-e  enemies. 

6  The   Lord  flfsfl  on  my  fide  engage, 

And  in  my  Savior's  name 
I  ffcVI  defeat  their  pride  and  rage 
Who  {lander  and  condemn. 

Psalm    ito.     Part  I.     [L.  M.] 

X   rip  HUS  the  eternal  Father  fpike 

JL      To  Chrift  the  Son,  *  Afeend  and  fit 

*  At  my  rigH  hand,  til! . X"  fhall  make 

*  Thy  fees  fubmiiilve  at  thy  feet. 

2   *  From  Ziofi  dial!  thy  word  proceed  ; 

*  Thv  word,  the  fcep*re  in  thy  ban.", 

*  Shall  m^ke  the  bar's  or  rebels  bleed, 
•And  bow  their  wills  at  thy  command. 

2   '  That  dav  thai!  fhew  thy  pow'r  is  great, 

*  VV  hen  famts  (hall  flock  with  willing  minds, 

*  And  finners  crowd    thy  temole  gate, 

*  Where  bo!">nrfs  in  beauty  mines  ' 
4  O  b!e{fd  pow'r  !    O  .tortus  day! 

What  a  Jarge  vicVry  fhall  esfue-J 


PSALM  CX.  241 

And  converts,  who  thy  grace  obey, 
Exceed  the  drops  of  morning  dew* 


•T 


PsAiM  1 10,     Part  2.     [L.   M.] 

HITS  the  great  Lord  of  earth  and  fea 


Spake  to  his  Son,  and  rtvas  he  iwore  ; 

*  Eternal  fnail  thy  prieithood  be, 

*  And  change  from  hand  to  hand  no  more* 

2  *  Aaron  and  all  his  fons  muff,  die, 
'  But  everlafting  life  is   thine, 

'  To  fave  for  ever  thofe  that  flv 
'  For  refuge  from  the  wrath  divine. 

3  '  By  me   Melchifedek  was  made 

'  On  earth   a  king  and  pried  at  once  ; 
'And  thou,  my  heav'niy  prieft,  (halt  plead, 
'  And  thou,  my  King,  fhalt  rule  my  fons.' 

4  Jefus   the   prieft  afcends  his  throne, 
While  counfeis  of  eternal  peace, 
Between  th=  Father  and  the  Son, 
Proceed  with   honor   and  fuccefs. 

5  Thro'  the  whole  earth  his  reign  iliaii  fpread, 
And  crufh  the  pow'rs  that  dare  rebel  ; 
Then   flvali  he  judge  the  riling  dead, 
And  fend  the  guilty  -.vorld  to  hell. 

£  Tho'  while  he  treads  lis  glorious  way, 
He  drinks  the  c~:p  of  tears  and  blood, 
The  fuff 'rings   of  that   dreadful    day 
Shall  but  advance  tym  near  to  God. 
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242  PSALM  CX.  CXL 

Psalm   i  io.     [C.  M.j 

ESUS,    cur   Lord,  afcend  thy  thrbu 
And  mar  ihe  father  fit  : 
In  Ziors  fha'l  thy  pow'r  be  known, 
And  make  thy  foes  fubmit. 

2  What  wonders  fhall  thy    pofpe-1  do! 

Thy  converts  (ha!l   furpafs 
The  num'reus  drops  of  morning  dew, 
And  own  thy  foy'reign  grace. 

3  God  bath  pronoure'd  a  firm  decree, 

Nor  changes  what  he  fwore  : 
'E'ernal  (hall  thy    prifthood  be, 

*  When   Aaron  is  no  more. 

4  '  Melchifedek,   that  won'drous  pried, 

*  That  king    of  high  degree, 

*  That  holy  man  whom  Abr'am  bleft, 

*  Was.  but  a  type  cf  thee.* 

5  jifus  cur  pii.ft  fur  ever  lives, 

To  plea  1   for  us  above  ; 

Jefus  cur  kir.2  for  ever  gives 

The  blefling  of  his  love. 

6  God  {hall  exalt  his  glorious  head, 

And  his  high  throne  maintain  ; 
Shall  flrike  t.  c  powYs  and  piir.ces  deaci 
Who  dare  oppefe  his  reign. 

Psalm    ill.     Part  i.     [C.  M.] 

ONGS  cf  iniT.OTtal  pr*ife  belong 
To  n  y  a'migbfjf  Cod  j 


PSALM  CXT.  243 

He  has  my  heart,   and  he  my  tongue, 

To  fpread  his  name  abroad. 
j2  How  great  the  works  his  hands  hath  wrought ! 

How  glorious  in  our  fight  ! 
Ana  men  in  evVy  age  have  Taught 

His  wonders  with  delight. 
How  moflf  exacl  in  nature's  frame  ! 

How    wile  f.h'    Eternal   Mind  ! 
His  counfrfs   never  change  the  fcherne 

That  his  flri}  thoughts  deii^d. 
When  he  redeemed  his  chofen  Tons, 

He  fix'd  his  cov'nant  fure  : 
The  orders  that  his  lips  prooouuce 

To  endlefs  years  endure. 

5  Nature  and  time,  and  earth  and  Ikies, 

Thy  heav'n!y   (kil  pvoclifai 
What  mail  we  do  to  make  us  Wife, 
But  team  to  read  thy  name  ? 

6  To  fear  thy  powr,  to  trull  thy   grace, 

Is  our  divine!!'  ikil!  ; 
And  he's  the  wifeft  of  our  race 
That  be(l  obeys  thy  wilt. 

Psalm  1  1 1,     Part  2.     [C.  M  j 

1   ff^  RE  AT  is  the  Lord  !   lis  works  of 
V_JT    Demand  our  nob'eit  f:ntov  ;    [might 
Lrt  his  afifembled  Aims  unite 
Their  harmrmy  of  tongues. 
S  Great  is  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 
He  gives  .his  chi'dren   food  ; 


244  FSALM  CXII. 

And,  ever  roind'ul  of  his  word, 
He  makes  his  promife  good. 

3  Kis  Ton.  the  great  Redeemer  came 

To  Tea!  h's  cev'nant  fuie  ; 
He!y  *nd  rev'rend  is  his  name, 
Kis  ways  are  j3fl  and  pure4 

4  They  that  would  grow  divinely  \v'(e, 

Mufi  with  his  fear  be^in  ; 
Our  falrtft  proof  cf  knowledge  lies 
I  p.  hating  ev'ry  ho. 

Psalm    112.     As  the  113th  Pfalm. 

1  r~F^  H  AT  mar.  is  b!e(i  who  (lands  in  awe 

JL      Of  God,  and  loves  his  facrcd  'aw  : 
His  feed  on   earth   (hall  be  rtnown'd  ; 

}iis  hcule  the  feat  of  wealth  (hail  be, 

An  inexhatilted  treafury, 

And  wi,h  "fuccriave  honors  crowri'd. 

2  His  hb'ra!  faross  he  extends, 

To  fome   he  gives,    to  others   lends  ; 

A  £en'rous  pity  filis  his  mind  : 
Yet  what  his  charity  impairs, 
He  faves  by  prudence  in  aff-.i;-?, 

And  il  us  he'sjuft  to  ail  mankind . 

3  His  har  is,  while  they  his  alms  beftow'd, 
His  piety 's  future  harveft  fow'd  : 

The  fweet  ie"rne^brar»ce  of  the  ju'tt, 
Like  a  gfeen  rbot,    revue's  and  bears 
A  train  of  bit  (nngs  foi  I  is  hcis, 

When  dying  nature   A  ey%  id  duft. 


PSALM  CXII.  Us 

Befet  wi'h  threatening  dangers  round, 
Unmov  d  fhaU  he   maintain    his  ground  ; 

His  conference  holds  his  courage  up  : 
The  foul  that's  fill'd  w.th  virtue's  light, 
Shines  brightest  in  affiiftJon's  nigrr, 

And  fees  in  darknefs  b;ams  of  hope, 

PAUSE, 

[Til  tidings  never  can  fuprife 

His  heart,  that  fix'd  on    God  relies, 

Tho'  waves  and  tempefts  roar  around  : 
Safe  on  the  rock  he  fits  and  fees 
The  fhipwreck  of  his  enemies, 

And  ail  their  hope  and  glory  drown'd. 
The  wicked  (hall  his  triumph  f:e, 
And  gnafh  their  teeth  in  agony. 

To  find  their  expectations  crofs'd  : 
They  and  their  envy,    pride  and  fpite, 
Sink  down  to  everlasting  night, 

And  all  their  names  in  darknefs  lofl.J 

Psalm  i  12.     [L.  M.] 

THRICE  happy  man  who  fears  the 
Lord, 
Loves  his  commands,  and  truf*s  his  w:=rd  : 
Honor  and  peace  his  days  attend, 
And   bleflings  to  his  feed  defcend, 
Companion  dwells  upon  his  mind  ; 
To  works  of  mercy  frill  ioclin'd  : 
He  lends   the  poor  fom;  prefent  aid, 
Or  gives  them,  noL.  *o  be  repaid, 
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246  PSALM  CXII. 

3  "When  tiffi.cs  grow  dark  and  tidings  fjf?ad 
That  fill  Ms  neighbors  round  with  dread, 
His  heart  is   arm'd  again  ft  the  -ear, 

For  Gcd   uifh  aU  his  pow'r  is  there. 

4  H;s  iou!  wejl  fix'd  upon  the  Lord, 
Draws  hcav'riy  courage  from  his  word  ; 
Amirfft  the  darknefs  light  fhail  rife, 

To  cheer  his   heart  and  biefs  his  eyes. 

5  He  hath  dfpcrs'd  his  a'ms  abroad, 
His  works  are   (till  bcfote  his  God  : 
His  name  on  earth   fhai!  long  remain, 
While  envious  finners  fret  in  vain. 

Psalm   i  12.      [C.   M.] 

1  TJ  APPY  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord, 
jLJL      And  follows    his  commands  ; 
Who  lends  the  poor  without  reward, 

Or  gives  wi'.r  hb'ra!  hands. 

2  As  pity  dwells  within    his   bread 

To  all  the  fons  of  need  ; 
So  God  (hall  anfwer  his  riquefr. 
With  bleffings   on  his  feed. 

3  No  evil  "tidings  fha'll  furprife 

His  well  eftabiiihM  mind  ; 
His  foul  to  God,  his  refoge,  flies, 

And  leaves  his  fears  behind, 
•1   ~n  tiaits  of  genet  al  diflrefs 

Some  beams  of  light  ihaii  fhine, 
To  fhew  the  world  his  ri»hteoufnefs, 

And  tive  him  peace  divine, 


PSALM  CXIIL  *& 

5  His  works  of  piety  and  \oxe 
Remain  before  the  Lord; 
Honor  on  earth,  and  joys  ?^ho¥e, 
Shall  be  his  fure  reward. 

Psalm  113.     Proper  Tune. 

1   "VTE  that  delight  to   ferve  the  Lord, 
j[        The  honors  of  his  aarne  record, 
His  facred   name  for  ever  blefs  : 
"Where'er  the  circling  fun  difplays 
His  rifing  beams,  01  felting  rays, 

Let  lands  and  Teas  his  pow'r  confefs. 
Z  Nor  time,  nor  nature's  narrow  rounds, 
Can  give  his  vaft  dominion  bounds  ; 

The  heav*ns  are  far  below  his  height  : 
Let  no  created  greatnefs  dare 
With  our  eternal  God  compare, 
Arm'd  with  his  uncreated  might. 
3   He  bows  his  glorious  head  to  view 
What  the  bright  hofts  of  angels  do, 

And  bends  his  care  to  mortal  things; 
His  fov'reign  hand  exalts  the  poor, 
He  takes  the  needy  from  the  door, 
And  makes  them  company  for  kings, 
f  When  childlefs  families  defpair, 
He  fends  the  bkfHngs  of  an  heir 

To  refcue  their  expiring  name  : 
The  mother,  with  a  thankful  voice, 
Proclaims  his  praifes,  and  her  joyss 
Let  ev?ry  age  advance   his  fatss. 


i48  PSALM  CXUI. 

Psalm  i  13.     [L.  M] 

t   "V7*^  tenants  of  th'  almighty  King, 
X        In  ev'ry  a«e  his   praifes  ling  ; 
Where'er  the  fan  fha'l   rife  or  fet, 
The  nations  fhall  his  praife  repeat. 

2  Above  the  earth,  beyond  the  fky, 
Stands  his  hig^  throne  of  majefty  ; 
Nor  time,  nor  place,  his  pow'r  reftrain, 
Nor  bound  his  univerfal   reign 

3  Which  of  the  fons  of  Adam  dare, 
Or  angels,  with  their  God  compare  ? 
His  glories  how  divinely  bright, 
Who  dwells  in  uncreated  li^ht  ! 

4  Behold  his  love  ;  he  (loops  to  view 
What  faints  above  and  angels  do  ; 
And  condefcends  yet  more,  to  know 
The  mean  affairs  of  men  below. 

5  From  dud  and   cottages  obfeure, 
His  grace  axalts   the  humble  poor; 
Gives  them  t;  e  honor  of  his  fons, 
And  fits  them  for  their  heav  nly  thrones. 

6  [A  word  of  lis  creating  voce 

Can  make  the  barren  houfe  rejoxe  : 
Tho'  Sarah  s  ninety  years  were  pad, 
The  promis'd  ked  is  born  at  lad. 

7  With  y>y  the  mother  views  her  fon, 
And  tells  the  wonders  God  has  done  : 
Faith  may  i»row  (bong  when  fenfe  defpa'rs  ; 
If  nature  fails,  the  promife  b:ars  ] 


PSALM  CXIV.  CXV.        24^ 

Psalm  114..      [L.  M.] 

WHEN  If'r'el,  freed  from  Pharaoh's 
band, 
Left  the  proud  tyrant,  and  his  land, 
The  tribes  wi:h  cheerfui  hoa?age  own 
Their  King,  and  Judah  was  his  throne8 
Acrcfs  the  deep  their  journey  lay  ; 
The  deep  divides  to  m^ke  them  way  : 
Jordan    behtid  their   march,  and  Hed 
With  backward  current  to  his  head. 
The  mountains  (hook  like  frighted  fheep, 
Like  lambs  the  little  hillocks  leap  ; 
Not.  Sinai  on  her  bafe  cou'd  ftand, 
Confcious  of  fov'reign  pow'r  at  hand. 
Wha<-  pow'r  could  make  the  deep  divide  ? 
Make  Jordan  backward  roll  his  tide? 
Why  did  ye  leap,  ye  little  hills  ? 
And   whence  the  fright  that  Sinai  feels  ? 
Let  ev'ry  mountain,  ev'ry  flood, 
Retire  and  know  th'  approaching  God, 
The  Kirfg  oflfr'ei:  fee  him  here! 
Tremble  thou  earth,  adore"  and  fear. 
He  thunders,  and  all  nature  tttoufo's, 
The  rock  to  /landing  pools  he  turns  ; 
Flints  fpring  with  fountains  at  his  word, 
And  fues  and  feas  conrefs  the  Lord, 

Psalm  115.     Firft  Metre. 

NOT  to  eurfelves,  who  are  but  dud, 
Not  to  ourfelves  is  gbry  due. 


25o  PSALM  CXV, 

Eternal  God,  thou  only  juft, 
Thou  only  pracicUs,  wile,  and  true. 

2   Sh'ne  forth  in  all  thy  dreadful  name  ; 
Why  fnould  a  heathen's  haughty  tongue 
Infult  us, and   to  raife  our  fliame,     [long?1 
Say,    *  Wh-  re's  the  God  you've  ferv'd  fo 

5  The  God  we  f:rve  maintains  his  throne 
Above  the  c'ouds,  b.-yond  the  fkes; 
Thro'   all   the  earth  his  will  is  done, 
He  knows  our  groans,  he  hears  our  cries. 

4  But   the  vain  idols  they  adore, 

Are  fenfdefs  (hapes  of  Hone  and   wood  ; 
At  beft  a  n;afs  of  glm'ring  ore, 
A  fiiver   faint,  or  golden   god. 

5  [With  eyes  and  e?rs,  they  carve  their  head  ; 
Deaf  are  their  ears,  their  eyes  are  blind  j 
In  vain  2re  ccflfy  off  rinns^  made, 

And  vows  are  featter\d  in  the  wind. 

6  Their  feet  were  never  made  to  mov?, 
Nor  hands  to  fave  when  mortals  pray  ; 
Mcitals  that  pay  them  fear  or  lov*, 
Seem  to  be  blind   and  deaf  as  they.]] 

7  O    lfrM,  make  the  Lord  thy  hope, 
Thy  help,  thy  refuse,  and  thy   reft  ; 
The  Lord  mail  build  thy  ruins  up, 
And  b'efs  the  people  and  the  pried. 

S  The  dead  no  mere  can   fpeak  thy  praife, 
They  dwell  in  fj'enc^  and  the  grave; 
But  we  fha!l  Jive  to  fin^  thy  trace, 
And  tell  the  world  thy  pow'r  to  fave. 


PSALM  CXV.  251 

Psalm  115.   Second  Metre. 
As  the  new    Tune  of  the  50'h  Pfalrn. 

1  "]k  TOT  to  our  names,  thou  only  juft  and 
X\]  true, 

Not  to  our  worthlefs  names  is  glory  due  ; 
Thypow'r  and  grace,  thy  tru'.h  and  juflice 

claim 
Immortal  honors  to  thy  fov're'gn  name. 
Shine  thro*  the  earth  from  heav  n.  thy  Weft. 

abode.  [your  God  ?' 

_N~r  let  the   heathens  fay,  '  And  where's 

2  Heav  n   is  thy  higher  court,  there  ftands 

thy  throne, 
And  thro5  the  lower  worlds  thy  will  is  done  1 
Our  God  fram'd  all  this  earth,  thefe  heav'ns 

he  fpread,  [made  ; 

But  fools  adore  the  gods  their  hands  have 
The  kneeling  crowd,    with   looks   devout, 

behold 
Their  fjlyer-faviors,and  their  faints  of  gold, 

3  [Vain  are  thofe  artful  fhapes  ofeyes  and  ears, 
The  molten  image  neither  fees  nor  heats  ; 
Their  hands  are  helplefs,  nor  their  feet  can 

move,  [pow'r,  nor  love  ; 

They  have  no  fpeech,  nor  thought,  nor 
Yetfottifh  mortals make  thetrlong complaints 
To  their  deaf  sdob,  and  their  move'efs  faints. 

4  The  r  ch  have fratues  well  adorn'd  w<*hgold; 
The  poor,  consent  with  gods  of  coarfer  mould 


252         PSALM  CXV.    CXVL 

With  tools  cfiron  carve  the  fenfelefs  (lock 
Lopt  from  a  tree  or  broken  from  a  rock 
People  and  priefts  drive  on  the  folemn  trade. 
And  trull  the  gods  that  laws  and  hammers, 
made. 

5  Be  heav'n  and  earth  amaz'd !  'tis  hard  to  fay, 

Which  are  more  ftupid,  or  their  gods  orthty  j 
O  Ifi'el,  truft  the  Lord  !   he  hears  and  fees, 
He  knows  thy  ioirows,  and  reilores   thy 
peace:  [yield, 

Kis     worfhip    does   a    thoufand    comforts 
He  is  thy  help,  and  he  thy  heav'nly  (hield 

6  In  God  we  truft  :  our  impious  foes  in  itratn 
Attempt  our  ruio,  and  oppofe  his  reign  ; 
Had    they  prevail'd,   darknefs  had  clos'd 

our  days, 
And  death  and  fifence  had  forbid  his  praife  ; 
But  we  are  fiv'd  and  live  :   let  fongs  arife, 
And  Zion  blefs  the  God  that  built  the  fkies. 

Psalm  is6.     Part  i'.      [C.  M.] 

1  T  LoYE  the  Lord  :  he  heard  my  cries, 
JL      And  pity 'd  ev'ry  groan  ; 

Long  as  I  live,  when  troubles  rife, 
I'll  haften  to  his  throne. 

2  I  love  the  Lord  :  he  bow'd  his  ear, 

And  cras'd  o.y  griefs  awiy  : 

O  let  my  heart  no  moie  deipair, 

While   I  have  breath  to  pray  ! 

3  My  flfli  declin'd,    my  fpirits  ftil, 

And  I  drew  near  the  dead  ; 


PSALM  CXVL  2$z 

While  inward  pangs,  an  i  fears  of  hell 
Perplex' d  my  wakeful  head. 
5f  «My  God,'  I  cry'd,  « thy  fkvant  fa??, 
*  Thou  ever  good  and  juir  ; 
*  Thy  pow'r  can   refcue  from  *he  grave, 
'  Thy  pow'r  is  all  my  ^uiL' 

5  The  Lord  beheld  me  fore  diftrefr, 

He  bid  my  pains  remove  : 
Refurn,   my  foul,   to  God,  thy  ml, 
For  thou  hafi:  known  bis  iove, 

6  My  God  hath  fav'd  my  feu!  from  death, 

And  dry'd  *r<y  falling  te-.rs  : 
Now  to  his  praife  I'll  fpend  my  breath, 
And  my  remaining  years. 

Psalm  if  6.  V=r.  t2s&c.  Part  2    [CM] 

1  \\T  HAT  &ajl  I  render  to  my  God 

W        For  a!|  hiS  kmdnefs  Oiowq  2 
My  feet  (hall  Mt  thine  abode, 
My  Tongs  addrefs  thy  throne. 

2  Among  the  fain? s  that  fill  thins  hcufs 

My  off' ring  (ha!!  be  paid  ; 
There  (hall  my   zeal  pet  form  the  vows 
My  foul   in  anguith  made 

3  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 

Thou  ever ■ -bit (Ted  God  ! 
How  dear  thy  ftrvants  in  thy  fight  ! 
How  precious  is  the<r  blood  ! 

4  How  happy  ail  thy  Fervan's  are  ! 

fiow  great  thy  gracs  to  me  I 
V 


254  PSALM  CXVII. 

My  !;fe,  which  thcu  haft  made  thy  care,  I 
Lord,  I  devote,  to  thee. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  tVine, 

Nor  (hA\  my  purpofe  move  : 
Thy  land  hath   loos'd   my  hinds  of  rain, 
rind  bound  me  with  thy  love. 

6  Here  in  thy  courts  1  leave  my  vow, 

rx.  r.d    thy  rich  prace  record  ; 
W:itf)efsi    ys  faints    who  hear  ms  now, 
If  I  fc. fake  the   Lord. 

Psalm    I  *  7.      [C.   M.j 

1  g^~\    ALL    ye  r.a "ions,  praife  the  Lord, 
KJ      Ear.;  with  a  d»fT'rent  tongue  : 

In  ev'ry  language  learn  h  s    word, 
And  !et  his  n^me  be  Tung- 

2  His  mercy  reigns  thro    ev'ry  lard  ; 

Piockrim  1  is  grace  abroad, 
Fot  ever  firm  his  truth  fh-ti!  frar.d, 
Praife  ye  the  faithful  God. 

Psalm  i  17.     [L.  M.j 

1  "fT1  ROM   all  that  dwell  below  the  fkies, 
JL        Let  the  Creator's  praTearife  ; 

Le:  the.   Redeemer's  name  be  fung, 
Thro*  ev'ry  land,  by  ev'ry  tongue. 

2  E'erna!  are  thy  mtrcies,    Lord  ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy   \t  or-i  : 

Thy  praffe  fhall  found  from  (hereto  fhore, 
Till  funs  ,1iaJl  rife  and  fet  no  more. 


P3ALI-.I  CXVII  CXVIII.      255 

Psalm  1:7.     [8.  M-] 

KY  name,  almighty  Lord, 

Shall  found  thro- dtflant  lands  ; 
Great  is  thy  grace,  and  lure  thy  word, 
Thy  truth  for  ev*r  (lands. 
2   Far  b*  trine  honor  fpr  ad, 

And  long  thy  praiie  eodare, 
Til!  roornipg  light,  and  ev'ning  (hade, 
c    Shall  be  exchanged  no  more. 

Fsalm  1 18.   Ver  6  —  15,  Parti,  [C.  M.] 

U  nf^  HE  Lord  appeals  my  helper  row, 
JL         Nnr  is  my  faith  afraid 
Of  what  tbeifop?  of  earth  can  do, 
Since  laeff'ii  affords  me  aid. 

2  'Tis  farer.  Lord,  to  '-ope  in  thee, 

And  have  my  God   my  friend, 
Than   truli.  in  men  of  h%h  degree, 
^nd  on  their  tru  h    deoend 

3  Like  bees  my  foes  befet  me  round  ; 

A  laSge  pnd  angry  fw^rm  ; 
JB^ut  I  fhafl  all   their  rage  confound 
By  t'  ine  a'mighty  arm. 

4  'Lis  thro'  the   Lord  my  heart  is  ftrong, 

In  h-m    mv  I'ps  rejoic- ; 
While  his  falvation  is  my  H»ng, 
How  ch-erful  is  my  voice  ! 

5  Like  s^gry  beer,  they  gird  m?  round  ; 

Whefi  God  appears  they  fly  ; 


2$$  PSALM  CXVIIL 

Go  burning  thorns,  with  crackling  found, 

Make  a  fierce  blaze  and  die. 
6  Joy  to  the  faints  and  peace  belongs; 

The  Lord  protects  their  days  : 
Let   If 'el  tune   immortal  fongs 

To  his  almighty  grace. 

Psalm  ii8.Ver.  17— 21.  Part  2,  [C.  M.] 

1  T     ORD,  thou  haft  heard  thy  forvant  cry,  ^ 
JL_j      And  refcu'd  from  the  grave  ; 
Now  fhal!  re  live:   (and  none  can  die, 

If  God  reiolvcs  to  five.) 

2  Thy  praife  mere  eon  (lam  than  before, 

Shall  fill  his  tidily  breath  j 
Thy  hand  that  hath  chaftis'd  him  fere, 
Defends   him  flill  from  death, 

3  Open  the  ra'cs  of  Zion  now, 

For  we  mail  woimip  there, 
The  houfe  where  all  the  righteous  go, 
Thy  mercy  to  declare. 

4  Amcng.t!/ aJTen.blies  ofthyfYnts 

Cur  thankful   voice  we  raifr : 
There  we  have  told  thee  our  complaints, 
And  there  we  fj  eak  thy.  piaife. 

Psalm  1  1  8.  Ver.  22,  23.  Part  3     [C    M] 
I    XJEHOLU  the  fure  foundaion.ftone 
JL>      Which  Gci  in  Zon  lays, 
To  b u : i J  rur  heav\»!y  hopes  upon, 
And    his  tt.roa!  praii  . 


PSALM  CXVIIl.  257 

2  Chofen   of  God,  to  fianers  dear, 

And  faints  adore  the  name  ; 
They  trnft  their  whole  falvatioo  here. 

Nor  Ml  they  ftff-r  fhame 
The  fool.m  builder?,  fcribe  and  nrielt, 

Rep&  it  wi'h  difdain  ; 
Yet  on  this  rock  the  chutch  fhali  red, 

And   envy  rage  in  vain, 
What  tho'  the  gates  of  hell  withilood, 

Yet  mud  this  building  r  fe  : 
5Tis  thine  own  work,  almighty  God, 

And  wor.d'rous  in  our  eyes. 

Psalm  1  18.  Ver  24—26.  Part  4.  [C   M.] 
I    *TH  H  IS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 
JL         He  calls  the  hours  his  own  ; 
Let  heav'n  rtj  >icj,  let  earth  be  g'ad, 

And  praife  fur  round  the  throne. 
To-day  he  rofe  and  left  the  d^ad, 

And  Sa'an's  empire  fell  ; 
To  day  the  faints  his  triumphs  fpread, 

And  ail  his  wonders  tell, 
Hofaona  to  th'  annoint'd   King, 

Fo  Davd  s  ho!y  Son  ! 
Help  us,  O  Lnrd  !    d^fcend  and  bring 

Sa  vaton  from  thy  throne 
B  eft  be  tr.e   Lord,  who  comes  to  m:n 

With  mtiTiges  of  trace  ; 
Who  comes  in  God  his  Father's  name, 
To  fave  otir  finhil  race. 
V  2 


25s         psalm  cxvnr, 

5    Hcfanra  in  the  higheft  drains 

ri  he  church  en  earth  can  raif^  ; 
The  hi;. heft  heav'ns,  in  which  he  re'gns, 
Shall  give  hiih  nobler  praife. 

Psalm  i  1 8.    22 — 27.  [S.  M\] 

2    Q  SE  what  a  living   flone 
O      The  builders  did  refufe  ! 
Yet  God  ha  h  built  his  church  thereon, 
In  fpite  of  envious  jews. 

2  The  fcribe  and  aegry  priefl 

Rejedl   trine  Only  he  ; 
Yet  en  t  is  r  ck    ftfaH  Z-on   reft, 
/is  the  chief  corner  fione. 

3  The  vrdfk,    O   Lord,  is-  thine, 

And  wond'rous  in  cur  eyes  j 
This  day  declares   it  si*  divine, 
This  day  did  jefus  rih;. 

4  This  is  the  gtartotfc  day 

That  cur  Red  ennr  n,?de  ; 
Let  us  rejoice,  ard  fir^,  and  pray. 
Let  a!)  the  church  be  giad.- 

5  Hcfmna  to  the  IGtfjg 

OfDaviJ's  royal  b'ocd  ; 
13    [i  h.!H!,  ye  faints  ;  he  c  mes  to  bring 
S-dva-on  fro  n  your  G:d. 

6  We  bids  thy  ho!y    word, 

Which  all  this  grace  c  f-'a-.s  j 
And  offer  on  thine  alter,   L<>rJ, 
Oiir  faenfice  bi  prasfe. 


PSALM  CXVIII.  CXiX.      2|^ 


Psalm  118.  Vet.  22^-2  f.    [L.  M»] 


LO  !   v/hat  a  glorious  coroer-ftone 
The  Jewffli  builders  did  refufe  : 
But   God  hath  built   his'  church,  there©**; 
In  fpite  of  envy  and  tire  Jews. 
Great  God  !  the  work  is  all  divine, 
The  joy  and  wonder  of  our  eyes  ; 
This  is  the  day  that  proves  it  thine, 
The  day  that  faw  our  Savior  rife. 
Sinners  rejoice,   and  faints  be  glad  ; 
Hcfanna,  let  his  name  be  bieft  ; 
A  thoufand  honors  on  his  head, 
With  peace,    and  light,  and  glory  reft  ! 
In  God's  own  name  be  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  to  our  dying  race  ; 
Let  the  whole  church  addrefs  their  King 
•With  hearts  of  joy,  and  fbngs  of  praife. 

Psalm   119, 

I  have  coVetlsd  and-  c'i/pcfit  the  mojl  ufefuv 
verfs  if  this  Pfaltri  under  eighteen  4tffe"ent 
heajsy  an4  formed  a-  divine  i'ong  on  each  of 
them  But  the  verfs  are  much  tranfpofe4  to 
attain  fome  degree  cf  connection. 

In  fome  places  among  the  ivjrds  law,  com- 
manas,  judgments*,  tcitimunies,  /  kctve'tif.4 
gc  fpel,  word,  grace,  tru-.W,  pronufes,  &c  as 
more  agreeable  to  the  New  Tefament  ai<4  the*' 
femmgn   language  of  Chriji'tansj  an4  it  equally 


260  PSM.M  CXTX. 

arfwers  the  (hftgn  of  the  Pfa'mifl,   which  <was 
to  recommend  the  Holy  Scriptures. 

Psalm    119.    Pan  1.     [C.  *L] 
Ver.   1,  2.  3. 

1  T)  LEST  are  the  undciil'd  in   heart, 
JLJ      Whofe  ways  aie  right  ard  clean  ; 

Vv  ho  never  from  thy  law  depart, 
Eut  fly  from  ev'iy  fin. 

2  Bltit  are  the  men  that  keep  thy  word, 

And  pracVife  thy  commands. 
With  their  wl  o!e  r  eart  they  feek  the  Lord 
And  flrve  thee  with  their  ha  ,ds. 
Ver    165. 

3  Great  is  their  peace  who  !o!,e  thy  law  ; 

How  firm  their  iou's  abide  ! 
Nor  can  a  bcld  temptation  draw 
Their  i'haJy  feet  afide. 
Vrr.  6. 

4  Tien    Aval!    my  heart    have  inward  joy, 

And  keep  my  face  from  fhdme, 
"When  all  thy  Ibtutes  I  obey, 
And  honor  ail  thy  name. 
Ver.  2«,  118. 

5  But  I  aufhty  fi-r.ers  God  will  hate, 

The  pr>  ud  (lull  die  accurft  ! 
Tre  funs  of  taller  ood  and  dtceit 
Are  trodden    to  the  duO. 
Ver    119,   115 
C  Vile  as  the  drufs  the   wicfi.ee!  are, 
Ana  ihofe  that  leave  thy  ways 


PSALM  CXIX.  26* 

Shall  fee  fel?ation  from  afar, 
But  never  taffe  thy  grace. 

Psalm  1 19.    Part  2.     [CM.] 
Ver.  147,55. 

TO  thee,  before  the  dawning  light. 
My  gracious  God,  I  pray  ; 
I  meditate  thy  name  by  night, 
And  keep  thy  law  bv  day. 
Ver.  81'. 

2  My  fpirit  faints  to  fee  thy  grace ; 

Thy  promife  bears  me  up  ; 
And  while  falvation  long  delays, 
Thy  word  fupports  my  hope. 
Ver.    1 64. 

3  Seven  times  a  d<*y  I  lift  my  hands, 

And  pay  my  thanks  to  thee  ; 
Thy  righteous  Providence  demands 
Repeated  praife  from  me. 
Ver.  62. 

4  When  midnight  darknefs  veils  the  fk'ies, 

I  call  thy  works  to  mind  : 
My  though* s  in  warm  devotion  rife, 
And  fweet  acceptance  find. 

Psalm  i  19.     Part  3.     [C  M  ] 

Ver.  57    60. 

1   ^npHQU  art  my  portion,  Q  my  God  :j 

JL        Soon  as  I  know  thy  way. 

My  heart  makes  hade  t3cbey  thy  wsrd*i 

And  fufkrs  no-delay. 


262  PSALM  CXIX. 

2  I  choofe  the  path  of  heav'fily  i:u:b-, 

Ard   glory  ifl  !  ice  ; 

Not  all  t'-e  nc-  ; 

Cou'  '  a&ake  rue  (a  rejotc  . 

3  The  teftijgfttf  i  •  2 

I  let  before  m]    \   s  : 
Thence   I    derive  ffr^ngth, 

.'.  nd  there  rj  lies. 

59- 

4  If  crcj   I  v.-  thy  patbj 

I  »l  i  ,k  u] 
Then  "  ro  mj  n     mds, 

Arc'  trull  g    .  r  :e.     j 

5  Nca'  I  a,*T»  -t!  e, 

( /    lave  thy  ■  ■■<  ! 

Thou  art  my  .  _         bi  fing  place, 

y  hope  Is.  in    tf)y   .void.      .    , 
Vt  r    112,    - 

6  Thou  haft  in c ! : r*  d    ibis  heart  of  mine 

ftatt:  iili 

And  thus,  tiii  mortal  life  Id«11  end, 
Would  I  perform  thy  will. 


Psalm  119       P.,rt  4       [C.  M.] 

Vor     9. 
JOW  fnai!  theyou,:-^  fecu<-e  tTieir  '  e.rts, 
Ana  guard  thtir  lives  fro  n  iir.  ? 
Trjy  v.  o»d  the  choic  '}  »u!-s  \    parts, 
To  ktep  thi  conicieoee  ctan. 


'H 


PSALM  CX'X,  263 

V=r.    150. 

2  W! iefi  ore?  it  enter?  to  the  mind, 

It  fpreadti  fech    tigfet  abroad, 
The  meanett  fouis  iniueSion  find, 
And  raifs  thcfi  thoughts  to  God. 
Ver.    105. 

3  'Tis  like  the  fun,  a  heav'elv  light, 

That  guides  us  all  the  day, 
And  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 
Ver  99,    too. 

4  The  men  th^t  keep  thy  law  with  car?, 

And  meditate  thy  word, 
Grow  wifer  than  their  teachers  are, 
And  better  know  the  Lord, 
Ver.  1 04,    113. 

5  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wife  ; 

1  hate  the  finner's  road  : 
I   hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  rife, 
But  love  thy  law,  my  God. 
Ver    89,  90,  91. 
j5   fThe  {tarry  heav'ns  thy  rule  obey, 
The  earth    maintains  her  place  1 
And  ther?  thy  frrvants,   ni,  •  t  and  day, 
Thy  (k.-  I  and   pavy'r  exprefs. 
7    But  iiii!  thy  -a'-v  and  gofpei,  Lord, 
Havs  l:fbn<?  more  divine  ; 
Nor  earth  (lands   firmer  than  thy  word} 
Noi  (hrs  io  nobly  ihine  ] 


264  PSALM  CXIX. 

Ver.  i  60,  1 40,  9,  ]  1 6. 
8  Thy  word  is  everlaliing  truth, 
How  pure  is  ev'ry  page  ! 
That  holy  book  fhall  guide  our  youth, 
And  well  fuppost  our  age. 

Psalm  119.     Part  5.     [CM] 

Ver,  97. 

1  /^  HOW  I  love  thy  holy  law  ! 
V.J'      'Tis  daily  my  deiig*  t  : 
And  thence  my  meditations    draw 

Divine  advice  by  night. 
Ver.    148. 

2  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day 

To  meditate  thy  word  ; 
My  fcul  with  longing  melts  away 
To  hear  thy  gofpel,   Lord. 
Ver.  3,    13,  54. 

3  How  doth  thy  word  my  heart  engage  ! 

How  well  employ  my  tongue! 
And  in  my  tirdo.Tre- pilgrimage 
Yields  me   a  heav'n'y  fong. 
Ver.  19,  IC3. 

4  A  m    I  a  (iranger,   or  at  home, 

'Tis  my  perpettwl  feaft  ; 
Not  honey  dropping  from  the  comb 
So  much  blares   the  taiie. 
Ver.  73,  127. 

5  No  treaftres  io  enrich  the  mind  ; 

N01  foall  thy  word  bs  foU 


PSALM  CXIX, 


yj> 


For  loads  of  ji'ver  well  r-nVd, 
Nor  beajes  or'  choice  ft  gold. 
Ver.  28    49,  175. 
6  When- nature  finks,  and  fpsrits  droop, 
Thy   promifes  ef  grace 
Are  piljars  to  fupport  my  hop*, 
And  there  I  write  thy  praife. 

Psalm  119.    Part  6.     [C.  M.] 

Ver.    128. 

1  T     ORD,  I  e(Wm  thy  judgments  right, 
jLj      And  a1!   thy  (ram  es  jult  ! 

ri  hence  I  maintain  a  conftant  fi^ht 
With  ev'ry  fiit'ring   luit. 
Ver.  97,  9. 

2  Thy  precepts  often  i  lurvey  : 

1  krep  thy  law  in  (i  ;ht, 
Thro'  all  the  bufioefs  of  the  day, 
To  form  my   aclions  right. 
Ver,   62. 

3  My  heart  in  midnight  fiance  cries* 

*  How  fweet  thy  eonvfbrfs  be  I5 
My  thoughts  in  holy  wonder  rife, 
j\nd  bring  their  thanks  to  thee, 
V^r.    162* 

4  And  when  my  fpirit  drinks  her  €11 

At  fame  good  word  o-!  thine, 
Not  mighty  men  that  (lure  the  fpoilj 
Have  joys  compar'd  with  mine, 
W 


266  PSALM  CXTK. 

Psalm  119      Part  7.     [C.  M.] 
Ver     96,    paraphrafed. 

1  "T     ET  all  the  heathen  writers  join, 
&  j      To  form  one  perfect  book* 

Great  God,  if  once  compar'd  with  thine, 
How  mean  their  writings  look  ! 

2  No*  the  mod  perfect  luies  they  gave 

Could  fhew  one  fin  forgiv'n, 
Ncr  lead  a  ftep  beyond  the  £rave  ; 
Bat   thine  conduct  to  heav'n. 

3  I've  feen  an   end  to  what  we  call 

Perftclion  here  below; 
How  men  the  pow'rs  of  nature  fall, 
And  can  no  farther  (p,o  ! 

4  Yet  men  would  -ain  be  juft  with  God, 

By  works  their  hands  have  wrought  ; 
And  thy  commands,  exceeding  broad, 
Extend  to  ev'ry  thought. 

5  In  vain  we  baaft  perfection  here, 

Wt  i!e  fin    defiles  our  frame  ; 
And  Gnks  out  virtues  down  fofar, 
They  (carce  defeive  the  name. 

6  Our  'aith  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace, 

Fali  far  beiow  thy  word  ; 
But  perf<  €t  truth  and  riohteoufrsefs 
Dwell  oniy    with  the    Lord. 

Psalm   119.      Part  8.     [C.  M.] 
Ver.    ill,  paraph rafed. 
1    T     ORD,    I    have  made  thy   word    my 
JL<      My  lading  heritage  j         [choice, 


PSALM  CXIX.  267 

There  fha'l  my  ncifaleft  pow'rs  rejoice, 

My  warme.4  th oughts  engage. 
I  II  read  the  bifl'ries  of  thy  love, 

And  keep   thy  laws  in  £ght, 
While  thro*  the  momifes  I  rove, 

With  ever  frefh   delight-. 
*Tis  a   broad  land  of  we?ith  unknown, 

Where  fpriogs  of  life  arife, 
Seeds  of  immortal   bills  are  fown, 

-\nd   hidden  glory  lies. 
The  beft  relief  that  mourners  have, 

It  makes  our  forrows  bre(t  ; 
Our  faireft  hop3s  beyond  the  grave, 

And  our  eternal    reft. 

Psalm    119.     Part  9.     [CM.] 
V-r     64    6g,  18 

THY   mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord, 
How  good  thy  works   appear  ! 
Open  mine  eyes  to   read  thy  word, 
And  fee  thy  wonders  there. 
Ver.    73,    125. 
My  hesrt  was  fa(h  on'd   by  thy  hand, 

My  fer vice  is  thy  due  ; 
O   make    thy  frrvant  upderftand 
The  duties  he  mufl  do. 
Ver.    19. 
Since  I'm  a  fh anger  here  b-low, 

Let  not  thy  path  be  hid  ; 
But  mark  the  road  my  feet  fhould  go, 
And  be  my  coaifcint  guide. 


268  PSALM  CXIX. 

Ver.  26. 

4  When  T  confefsM  my  wand'nng  ways, 

Thcu  heard'ft  my  foul  complain  ; 
Grant  me  the  teachings  of  thy  grace, 
O;  I  (hail  ftray  again. 
Ver.  331  34. 

5  If  God    to  me  his  ilatutes  (hew, 

And  f  cav'n'y  tru»h  impart, 
His  work  for  ever  I'll  puffi,*?, 
H  slaw  fh-.ll  ru!e  my  heart. 
Ver.    50,  71. 

6  Tlrs  w?smy  comfort  when  I  bore 

Variety   cf  grief ; 
It  made  me  harn  t !  y  word  the  mere, 
And  fly  to  that  relief. 
Ver.  51. 

7  [In  vain  the  proud  deii^e  me  now  J 

I'll  neVr  forpet  thy  law  ; 
Nor  let  that  bAiT  d  gofpel  go, 
Whence  a'l  my   hopes   I  draw* 
V.r    27     171 
i3    V*  I  en  I  have  learn  d  my  Father's  will, 
I'll  teacfh  the  world  his  ways  ; 
My  thar.kfu!  lips   irfpir'd  with  z^al, 
Shall  loud  pronounce  his  praife.] 

Psalm    119       Part  10       [C.   M.j 

Ver  .38    49. 
EHOLD  thy  waiting  fcrvant,  Lord, 
.Devoted  to  thy  fear  ; 


PSALM  CX1X.  25g 

Remember  and  confirm  thy  word, 
For  all  my  h  p^s  are  there. 
Ver  41    58,  F07. 

2  Haft  thou  not  writ  faivaMon  down, 

And  promis'd  qulck'r.iog  grace  f 
Doth  not  uy  heart  addrefs  thy  throne? 
And  yet  thy   love  delays. 
V.r.  [23,  42, 

3  Mine  eyes  for  thy  Taxation  fail  j 

O  bear  thy  fervant  up  ! 
Nor  It  the  fcoiEng  lips  prevail, 
Who  dare   reproach  my  hope. 
Ver,  49,   74. 

4  Didfr.  thou  not   raife  niv  faith,  O   Lord? 

Then  let  thy  truth  appear  : 
Sain  s  fhall  rejoice  in  my  reward, 
And  tiufl  as  well  as  iear. 

Psalm   j  1 9.     Part  11.     [C.  M.] 


o 


Ver.    5,    33, 


THA  F  the   Lord  would  guide  my 
To  keep  his  ftatutcs  dill  i      [ways 
Q  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  know  and  do  his  will  ! 
Ver.  29. 
%  O  fend  thy  (pint  down  to  write 
Thy  law  upon  my  heart  ; 
Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  decsit, 
Nor  acl  the  liar's  part. 
W    3 


2yo  PSA LM  CXIX. 

Ver.   37,  36. 
3   From  vanity  torn  c  ft  ouaa  eyes  ; 
Le'  no  corrupt  defigo 
Nor  covetous  dclires  anfe  " 
Within  this  foul  oi  min?. 
4.  Order  my  foctlleps  by  thy  word, 
And   make  my  heart  fince-re  ; 
Let  fin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
And  keep  my  confcience  clear. 
Ver    176. 
j  My  f:-ul  hath  gone  too  far  aftray  j 
My  feet  too  often  flip  ; 
Yet  fince  Tve  not  forgo:  thy  way, 
Rdtare  thy  vand'ring  iheep, 
Ver.   35. 
5  Male  me  to  walk  in  toy  commands* 
'  i'is  a  delightful  road  ; 
Nor  let  my  head,  cr  heart,  or  hands, 
Offend  againft  my  God. 

Psalm  119.  Part  12.    [C.  M.] 
Ver.  153. 
Y  God,  confidcr  my  diflrefs, 
Let  mercy  plead  my  caufc  ; 
'i'hoJ  I  have  fnn'd  a/ainft  thy  grace, 
1  can't  forget  thy  laws. 

Ver.    39,    i  16. 
Forbid,  forbid  the  iharp  reproach 

Which  1  fojuftlyfear  ; 
Uphold  my  life,   uphold  my  hopes, 
Nor  let  1*7  fham«  appear. 


PSALM  CXIX,  271 

Ver.    122,    r.35. 

3  Be  thou  a  finely,  Lord,  for  me  5 

Nor  let  the  proud  cpprefs  ; 
But  make  thy  walttng  fcrvant  fee 
The  minings  of  thy  face. 
Ver.  82 

4  Mine  eyes  with  expectation  fail  ; 

My  heart  within  me  cries, 
«  When  will  the  Lord  his  truth  fulfil, 
*  And  make  my  comforts  rile  ?' 
Ver.  132. 

5  Look  down  upon  my  furrows,   Lord, 

And  ihow  thy  grace  the  fame, 
As  thou  art  ever  wont  t'  afford 
To  thofe  that  love  thy  name. 

Psalm  119.    Part  13.    [CM], 
Ver,  (o. 

1  ^C7C7rIr^^  my  whole  heart  I've  fought 

VV      O  let  me  never  ffray      [thy  racf3 
From  thy  commands,  Q  God  of  grace, 
Nor  tread  the  fiiiners  way  ! 
Ver.    11, 

2  Thy   word   I've   hid  within   my  heart. 

To  ke^p  my  confeience  clean, 
And   be  an  everlaftmg   guard 
From  ev'ry  riling  Im. 

Ver,   63,  53,    158. 

3  I'm  a  companion  of  the  faints, 

Who  fear  aad  love  the  Lord  s 


272  PSALM  CXIX. 

My  forrpws  rife,  my  nature  faints, 
When  men   trarf^refs   thy  word. 
Ver     i6»,  163. 

4  "While  fionrs  do  thy  gofpel  wrong, 

My  fpirit   (rand*  in  awe  ; 
Mv  foui  abhors  a  lying  tongue, 
But  loves  thy  right  ous  law. 
Ver.    161,    I20. 

5  My  heart  with  {acred  rcv'rtnce  hears 

The  threat'nings  of  thy  word  ; 
My  fl  (h  with  holy  tremb!  ng  fears 
The  judgments  of  the  Lord, 
Ver.    166     174. 

6  My  God,  I  long,   I  hope,   I  wait 

For  thy   falviuon  (till  ; 
While  thy  whole  law  is  my  delight, 
And  I  obey  thy  w.lL 

Fsalm   119.    Part    14.     [CM.] 

Ver.    153,  81,  82. 
J    /CONSIDER  all  ny  forrows,  Lord, 
\^/      And  thy  deliv'nnce  fend  ; 
biy  f  ul  for  thy  ialvation  faints, 
When  will  my  troubles  end  ? 
V:r   71. 
2  Yet  I  have  found  'is  good  for  me 
To  bear  my  father  s  rod  ; 
Aifl  ftions  make  me   iearn  thy  law, 
And  live  upon  fry  God. 


PSALM  CXIX.  273 

Ver.   50. 

3  This  is  the  comfort    J  enjoy, 

When  new  diftrtfs  begins, 
I  read  thy  word,    I   run  thy  way. 
And  hate  my  former  fins. 
V  r    92. 

4  Had  not  thy  word  been  mv  ^elfgHtj 

When  earthly  joys  were  fhd, 
My  <ovi!,  oppred  with  forrow's  weight, 
Had  funk  amon^d  the  dead. 
Ver,  75. 

5  I  know  thy  judgments,  Lord,  are  right* 

Tho3  they  may  feem   fevere  : 
The   (harpeft  fufPrings  I  endure 
Flow  from  thy  faithful  care. 
Ver    67. 
€  Before  I  knew  try  chaft'ning  red, 
My  feet   were  apt  to  {fray  ; 
But   now  I  learn  to   keep -thy   word, 
Nor  wander  from  thy  way. 

Psalm  119.    Part  15.    [CM.] 

Ver.  93. 
THAT  thy  fra'.utes  ev'ry  hour 
Might  dwtli  upon  try  irand  I 
Ti  eoce  I    derive  a  OjUick'ning  pow'r, 
And  datiy  peace   1  find. 
Ver.  15,    16. 
To  meditate  thy  precepts,  Lordy 
Shall  be  my  Tweet  employ  5 


2  74  PSALM  CXTX. 

My  foul  fhal!  ne'er   forcer  thy  word, 
Thy  word  is  a  I  tr.y  joy. 
Ver.    32. 

3  How  would  I  run  in  thy  commands, 

If  tVou  my  heart  difc'iarge 
From  fin  and   Saran's  hateful  chains, 
And  f;t  my  feet  at  large  ! 
Ver.   13,  46. 

4  My  lips  w'th  courage  (hall  declare 

fhy  Matures    and  thy    name  ; 
I'll  fpeakthy  word,  -ho'  kings  mould  hear, 
Nor  yieli  to  finful   lliaaie. 
Ver    61,  69,  70. 

5  Let  bands  of  peifecuiors  ufe 

To  rob  me  of  my  rght, 
.    Let  pr'de  and  ma  ice  forge  their  lies, 
'1  hy  law  is  my  delight. 
Ver.    115. 

6  Depart  from  me  ye  wicked  race, 

Whofe  hanis  and  hearis  are  ill  ; 
I  love  my   God,    I  love  his  ways, 
And  mu(t  obey  his  will. 

Psalm  1  1  q.    Part  16.     [C    M] 
Ver.    25,  37. 
I    "]\/T  Y  foul  lies  cleaving  to  the  duft  ; 
JlV jL      Lord,  g've  me  life  d<vine  I 
From  vain   dtfire^,   and  ev*»-y  lull, 
Turn  '  rT  th  f    fv<  s  of  mine. 
B    I  need  t1 -e  infi  i  nee  of  thy  grace, 
To  fpted  me  in  thy  way, 


psalm  cxm         n$ 

Left  I  fliould  Joiner  in  my  race,         , 

Or  turn  my  feet  aftray. 
Ver     107 
When  (ore  aflMons  prefs  me  down, 

I  need  thy  quick'ning  pow\s  ; 
Thy  word  that  I  have  refted  on 

Shall  help  my  heaiicft  hours. 
Ver.    [56,   40 
Are  not  thy  mercies  fov 'reign    ftili, 

And  thou  a  faithful  God  ? 
Wilt  trou  not  grant  me   warmer  zeal 

To  run  the  heav'nty  road  ? 
Ver.    159,  40. 
Dees  not  my  heart  thy  precept  love* 

And  long  to  fee  thy  face  ? 
Aiid  yet  how  flow  my  fpirits  move, 

Without  eniiv  ning  grace  ! 
V-r.  93. 
Then  (hall  I  love  thy  gofpel  more, 

And  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
When   I  have  felt  its  quick*  ing  pow'r, 

To  draw  me  near  the  Lord. 

Psalm  j 19     Par>  ry.    [L.  M.] 
Ver.    143,   28. 

\~K7  HEN  pain  and  anguifii  felze  me 

VV  Lord, 

All  my  iupport  is  from  thy  word  j 
My  fcul  difiolves  for  heavi'nefs, 
Uphold  me  with  thy  flrength'aiog  grace. 


276  PSALM  CXIX, 

•     .        Ver.  J i,   69.    110. 

2  The  proud  have  tram'd  their  feoffs  and  lies, 
They  watch  my  feet  with  envious  eyes, 
And  tempt  my  foul  to  fnares  and  fmt 

Yet  thy  commands  I    ne'er  decline. 
Ver.    161,   78. 

3  They  hate  yne,  Lord,   without  a  caufe, 
They  hate  to  fee  me  love  thy  laws  ; 
But  1  will  truft  and  far  thy  name, 
Till  pride  and  malice  die  with  fhame. 

Psalm  119.     Laft  Part.     [L.M.J 
Ver,    67,   59. 

1  Tj^ATHER,  I  bids  thy  pentle  hand] 
JL      How  kind  was   thy  chaftifmg  rod, 
That  fore'd   my  confeience   to  a  Hand, 
And   brought  my  wandering  foul  to  God  i 

2  Foohfh  and  vain  I  went  affray, 

Ere   I   had  felt  thy  fcourges,  Lord  ; 
I  left  my  guide,  and  loft  my  way, 
But  now   I  love  and  keep  thy  word. 
Ver.  71. 

3  'Tis  good  for  me  to  wear  the  yoke, 
For  pride  is  apt  to  rife  and  fwell  ; 
3Tis  good  to  hear  my  Father's  ftroke, 
That  1  might  it  am  his  (taiuies  well. 

Ver.   72. 

4  The  law  that  ifiues  from  thy  mou'h 
Shall  raife  my  cheerful  pafiions  more 
Than  all   the  '.reafures  of   the  fouth, 
Or  weftcrn  hiils  of  golden  ere. 


PSALM  CXX.  277 

Ver.  73. 

5  Thy  hands  have  made  my  mortal   frame, 
Thy  fpirit  form'd  my  foul  within  ; 
Teach  me  to  know  thy  wond'rous   name, 
And  guard  me  fafe  from  death  and  fin. 

Ver.    74 

6  Then  all  that  lore  and  fear  the  Lord, 
At  my  faivation  (hall  rejoice; 

For  1  haiTe  hoped  in  thy  word, 

And  made  thy  grace  my  only  choice,  .. 

Psalm  120,     [C  M  ] 

1  np  HOU  God  of  love,  thou  ever  bleff, 

X         Pity  my  fuff  Ving  fhte  ; 

When  wilt  thou  fet  my  foul  at  refl: 

From  lips  that  love  dec;it  ? 

2  Hard  lot  of  mine  !   my  days  are  cafi: 

Among  the  fons  of  ftrife, 
Whcfe  never  ceafing  brawiings  wade 
My  golden   hours  of  life. 

3  O  might  I  fly  to  change  my  place, 

How  would  I  choofe  to  d  veil 
In  fome  wide  lonefome  wildlerqeis, 
And,  leave  thefe  gates  of  hell. 
<f  Feac?  is  the  bSefling  that  I  feek, 
How  lovely  are  its  charms  ! 
I  am  for  peace  ;  but  when   I  fp-ak, 
They  all  declare  for  arms, 
j  New  pafiions  ft.ll  their  fouls  engage, 
And  k°ep  their  malice  frrong  ; 


Mt  PSALM  CXXl 

What  flulf  be  done  to  curb  thy  rsge, 

O  thou  devouring  torgue  ! 
€  Should  burning  arrows  fmife  thes  thro*, 
Strict  juftice  would  approve : 
Bur  I  had  rather  fpare  my  f^e, 
And  me!t  his  heart  with  love. 

Psalm   hi.     [L.  M.J 

1  TTPto  the  Ivlls  I  lift  mine  ey-3, 

V^J     Hi1  eternal  bills  b-yond  the  fides  \ 
Therce  all  ^er  help  my  fbuf  derives  ; 
There  my  almighty  refupe  l;ves, 

2  He  lives,  the  eteflafttng  God, 

That  built  the  world,  that  fpread  the  flood  5 
The  heav'ns  with  ail  their  holts  he  made, 
And  the  dark  regions  or  the  dead. 

3  He  guides  our  feet,   he  guides  our  way  5 
His  morning  irni'es  Wcfs  ali  the  day  ; 
He  fpreads  the  ev'ning  vril,  and  keeps 
The  filc-nt  hours  while  Ifr'el  flceps. 

4  lfr  el,  a  name  divinely  ble'.r, 
May  rife  fecure,  fecureiy  reft  ; 
Tt  y  holy  guardian's  wakeful  eyes 
Admit  bo  fiurr-ber  nor  furprife. 

5  No  fun  mail  fn.tte  thy  head  by  day, 
No:  the  paie  moon  with  fickle  ray, 
Shall  blaft  thy  couch  !  no  baleful  liar 
Dart  his  malignant  fire  fo  far 

C  Should  esrth  and  hell  with  malice  burn? 
Still  thou  lhalt  go,  and  (fill  return, 


PSALM  CXXL  279 

Safe  10  the  Lord  ;  his  heajr'nly  care 
Defends  thy  life  from  ev'ry  fnare, 
7  On  thee  foul  fp?rits  have  no  powY, 
And,  ia  thylafl  departing  hour, 
.Artels  t^at  trace  the  airy  roa3, 
Shall  heir  thee  homeward  to  thy  God. 

Psalm   121.     [C.  M] 

I    r  I  "  O  heav'n  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes, 
X         There  all  my  hopes  are  laid  : 
The  Lord,  who  builr  the  earth  and  ikies, 
Is  my  peroe  ual  aid, 
3  Their  fee:  fnasl  never  Aide  to  fall, 
Whom  he  defi?,ns  to  keep  ; 
His  ear  attends   the  foft-ft  cai!  ; 
His  eyes  can  never  fl^p 

3  He  will  fu{*ain  our  weakeft  pow'rs 

With  his  almighty  arm, 
And  watch   our  molt  unguarded  hours 
Aga'nft  furprifmg  harm. 

4  Ifr'el  rejosce  and  reft  f  cure, 

Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord  ; 
His  wakeful  eyes  employ  his  pow'r 
For  thine  eternal  guard. 

5  Nor  fcorching  fun    nor  fickly  moon, 

Shall  have  his  leave  to  frnite  ; 
He  fhelds  thy  head  from  burning  noon, 
From  blading  damps  at  night. 

6  He  guards  thy  foul,  he  keeps  thy  breath, 

Where  thickeft  dangers  co.Tie  : 


28o  PSALM  CXXI. 

Go  and  return,  frcure  from  death, 
Till  Cod  commands  thee  heme. 

Psalm    121.     As  the  148J1  Pf«t!m. 

PWAR.D   I  lift  mine  eves, 


II 


From  God  is  ail  mv  aid  ; 
The  God  that   built  the  (kiss, 
.And  earth   and  nature  made  : 

God  is  the  fow'r "" 

To  which   I  fly;: 

His  grace  is  nigh 

In  ev'ry  hour 
"My-  feet  dial  I  neVer  Aide, 
Or  fa!!  in  fatal  Tnares. 
Sir.ce  God,  my  puard  and  guide, 
Defends  rha  from  r»y  feafV. 

Thcfe  wakeful  eyes 

That  never  flet-p, 

Shall    Ifr'd  keep, 

When  dangers  rife 
No  burning   hea's  by  day, 
Nor  blails  of  ev'ning  kir, 
SraN  take  my  health  away, 
If  Gcd  be  with  r»,e  there, 

Thou  aft  my  fun- 

And  thou  my  made, 

To  £uard  my  head . 

By   rrght  or  noon. 
Halt  then  no».  giv'n  thy  word, 
To  fave  my  foul  from  death  ? 


PSALM  CXXU.  aSi 

And  I  cati  truft  my  Lord 
To  keep  my  mortal  breath. 

I'll  go  ande6m*» 

Nor  fear  to  die. 

Till  from  on  high 

Thou  call  «ne  home. 

Psalm  fjj.     [C.  *f  ] 

1  T  TOW  did  my  heart  njoice  to  hetr 
XI     My  friends  devoutly  fay, 

•  In  Z  on  let  ui  all  appear, 
*  And  keep  the  folemn  day  !f 

2  I  love  her  g»tet,  I  love  the  road  | 

The  church  adorn'd  with  grace. 
Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God, 

To  (hew  his  milder  face. 
5  Up  to  her  courts,  with  joys  unknown, 

The  holy  tribes  repair; 
The  fon  of  David  holds  his  throne. 

And  fits  in  judgment  there. 

4  He  hears  our  praifes  a^d  complaint!  | 

And  while  his  awrul  voice 
Divides  the  finners  from  the  fiintsr 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5  Peace  be  wkhin  this  facred  place, 

A  ad  joy  a  con  (rant  guelt ! 
With  holy  gift*  and  heavenly  grace 
Bi  her  attendants  b'eft  ! 

6  My  foul  mall  pray  for  Z  on  (till, 

Whik  life  Or  b«t»?n  remains  \ 
X  a 


282  PSALM  CXXlt. 

There  my  bed  fiiends,  my  k^Jred  dw.II, 
There  God  my  8av?or  reioiis. 

Psalm  122.      Proper  Tune. 

1  TJOW  pieas'd  and  bltft  was  I 
JljL    To  hear  the  people  cry, 

I  Come  let  us  fc-ek  our  God  to  day  !' 
Yes,  with  a  cheerful  z*al$K  , 

We  hade, to  Z;or,'s  i.i'i, 

Ar>&  there  cur  vows  and  honors  pay, 

2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place  ! 
Adppn'd  with  wond'rous  grace, 

And  walls  cf  ftrength  embrace  tiiee  round  ; 

In  ihjee  our  tribes  appear. 

']  o  pray,   or  pra'.fe,   or  hear 
The  (acred  gofpel's  joyful  found. 

3  1  here  David  s  greater  Son 
Hath  fix'd   his   roya!  throne, 

Ke  fits  for  grace  and  judgment  there; 
Ke  biis  the  faint  be  g'a.d, 
.'He  makes  the  firmer  had, 
Arid  humble  fouls  rejoice  with  fear. 

4  May  peace  attend  ihy  j»aje, 
Ar.d  joy  v.i  hi n  the  \v«it, 

To  bids  the  foul   of  ev'r.y  gyefr  ; 

The  man  that  feeds'  thy  peace, 

And  w'fli:s  t'.i'.e  iacr£afe, 
A  thoufcipd  b;  flips'  on  hisi  reft! 

5  $jrtodgee  np-as  her  rows, 

4  Peace  to  tbii  facrcd  ho<:le  !* 


PSALM  CXX-III   CXXIV.     2%$ 

For  there  rny  friends  and  kindred  dwell  5 
And  iince.  my  glorious  God 
Makes  thee  his  bleft  abode, 
My  foul  fhall  ever  love  thee  well. 
Rej-eat  the  fourth  Jianza  to  complete  the  tune. 

Psalm    123.     [C.  M.] 

1  /^\  THOU  whofegrace  and  juftice  reign 
%^Jr    ;  Enthron'd  above  the  iki^s, 

To  thee  our  hearts  would  tell  their  pain, 
To  thee  we  lift  cur  eyes. 

2  As  fervants  watch  their  matter's  hand, 

And  fear  the  angry  flroke  ; 
Or  maids, before  their  mHtrefs  ftand, 
And  wait  a  peaceful  look  : 

3  So  for  our  fins  we  jufliy  feel 

Thy  discipline,  O  God  ; 
Yet  wait  the  gracious  moment  (till, 
Till  thou    remove  thy  rod. 

4  Thofe  that  in  weahb. and  pleafure  live, 

Our  dai'y  groans  deride, 
And  thy  delays  of  mercy  give 
Frefli  courage  to  their  pride.  , 

5  Our  foes  infult  us,  but  our  hope 

In  thy  compsfiicn  lies  ; 
This  thought  fhall  bear  our  lpirits  up, 
That  God  will  notdcfpife. 

Psalm  124,      [L.  M.] 
TAD  not  the  Lord,  may  Ifr'e!  fay, 
1  Hatipoiihs  Lotd  mamtaiad  our  fide, 


*84  PSALM  CXXV. 

When  men  to  make  our  lives  a  prey, 
Rofe  like  the  fwelling  of  the  tide  : 

2  The  fwelling  tide  had  ftopt  our  breath, 
So  fiercely  did  the  waters  roll, 

We  had  been  fwailow'd  deep  in  death  ; 
Proud  watera  had  o'erwhelm'd  our  loul. 

3  We  leap  for  joy,  we  fhout  and  fing, 
Who  )\iii  efcap'd  the  fatal  firoke  : 
So  flies  the  bird   wi;h  cheerful  wing. 
When  once  the  fowler's  fnare  is  broke. 

4  For  ever  bltfTed  be  the  Lord, 
Who  broke  the  fowler's  curfed  fnare, 
Who  favrd  us  from  the  murd'ring  fword 
And  made  our  lives  and  fouls  his  care  !, 

5  Our  help  is  in  Jehovah's  name. 

Who  form'd  the  earth  and  built  the  fkiei ; 
Ke  who  upholds  that  wond'rous  frame. 
Guards  his  own  church  with  watchful  eyei. 

Psalm  125.     [C.  M  ] 

1  J  TNSHAKENasthefacred  hill, 
V_J       And  firm  as  mountains  be, 
I  irm  as  a  rock  the  foul  (hall  red 
That  leans,  O  Lord,  on  thee, 
a  Not  walls  nor  hills  could  guard  fo  well 
Old  Salem  s  happy  ground, 
As  thofe  eternal  arms  of  love 
That  ev'ry  faint  furround. 
5   W  I  ile  tyrants  are  a  fmarting  fcourffy 
To  drive  thtra  sear  to  Cod, 


PSALM  CXXV,  2 *$ 

Divine  compafiion  does  allay 
The  fury  of  tie  rod 

4  Df-al  pently.  Lord,  with  fouls  fir.cere, 
And  lead  them  fafeiy  on, 

To  the  brigHf  gates  of  Parad'fe5 
Where  Chrift  their  Lord  is  gone. 

5  But  if  we  trace  thcfe  crooked  ways 
That  the  o!d  ferpent  drew, 

The  wrath  thak  drove  him  fird  to  hell 
Shall  fmite  his  followers  too. 

Psalm  125.     [S.  M.] 

1  "TT^IRM  and  unmov'd  are  they 

JT        That  reft  their  fouh  on  God  ; 
Firm  as  the  mount  where  David  dwelt,    - 
Of  where  the  ark.  abode. 

2  As  mountains  flood  to  guard 

The  city's  facred  gtound. 

So  Gcd,  and  his  alminhty  love, 

Embrace  his  faints  around. 

3  What  tho'  a  Father's  rod 

Drop  a  chaftifing  ftrcke, 
Yet,  left  it  wound  their  fguls  too  d^f» 
Its  fury  fhail  be  broke, 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  thoili 
.  Whofg  faith  and  pious  fear, 
Whpfe  hope  and  love,  and  ev?ry  gras?i 

JProclaim  thtir  hearts  hncere, 

5  Nor  (hail  the  tyrants  rage, 

T«o  long  opprcfg  ths  f*int  3 


2fi6  PSALM  CXXVI. 

The  Gci  of  Ifr'el  will  fjnport 

Hi-  children,  \*(\  they  raint; 
6  Bur  if  cur  flav;m  fear 

Will  choofe  t!  e  ro.d  to  hell, 
We  rruft  expect  our  portion  th°ref 

Where  bolder  finners  dwell. 

Psalm  126.     [L.   M.] 

JTTTH  EN  God  reftor'd  our  captive  (rate, 
V  V        Joy  was  our  fong,  and  gracs  our 

theme  ; 
The  grace  beyond  our  hopes  Co  great, 
That  joy  appear'd  a  painted  dream. 

2  The  fcofFer  owns  thy   hand,  an  J  pays 
Unwilling  honors  to  thy  name  ; 
While  w?  with  pleafure  fiiom  thy  praife, 
With  cheerful  notes  thy  Jove  proclaim, 

3  When  we  review  our  difmal  Fears, 

'J 'was  hard  to  think  they'd  vanifh  fo  ; 
With  Go-i  we  left  oui  fljwing  rears, 
He:  makes  our  joys  like  rivers  flow. 

4  The  man  that  in  bis  furrow'd  held 
His  fcatter'd  Ted  with  fadnefs  haves, 
Will  fhout  to  fee  the  ham  it  yield 

A  welcome  load  of  joyful  (heaves. 

Psalm   126.      [C.  M.] 

HEN  God  reveal'd  his  gracious 
name, 
And  chang'd  my  mournful  Hate, 


•  w 


PSALM  CXXVII.  2%i 

My  rapture  feem'd  a  pleating  dream, 
The  grace  appear'd  fo  gte^t. 

2  The  wor'd  beheld  the  glorious  change, 

And  did    hy  hand  conf  fs  ; 
My  tongue  broke  our  in  unknown  (irainsi 
Ana  fung  furprfing  grace  s 

3  *  Great  is  the  work,'  my  neighbors  cry?d$ 

And  own'd  the  pow'r  divine  ; 
*  Gf- at  is  the  work/  my  heart  reply'd, 
*  And  be  the  glory  thine.' 

4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkeft  ikies, 

Can  give  us  day  for  night  j 
Make  drops  of  facred  forrows  rife 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

5  Let  thofe  that  fow  in  fadnefs  wait 

fill  the  fa;r  barveft  come  5 
They  (hall  ccnfefs  their  (heaves  aregrea£$ 
And  fhqttt  the  blciSngs  home. 

6  Tho    feed  lie  bu*y?d  lor.g  in  dtift5 

It  (run  t  deceive  t»  eir  hope  ! 
The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  lofy 
For  grace  infures  the  crop. 

Psalm  127;     [L.  M,] 

1   |F  God  fucceed  not,  all  the  cofi 

X      And  pains  to  build  the  houfe  are  loft -3 

If  God  the  city  will  not  keep, 

The  watchful  guards  as  well  may  fleep. 

t   What  if  you  rife  before  the  fun, 
And  work  and  toil  when  day  is  don^ 


2fi8    PSALM  CXXVII.  CXXVIII. 

Careful  and  fparing  eat  your  bread, 
To  fhun  that  poveny  you  dread  ; 

3  'Tis  a!!  in  vain,  til!  God  hath  bleft  ;        * 
He  can  m^k^  rich,  yet  giv-  us  reft  : 
Children  a  d  friends  are  bitflincs  too,' 

It  God  our  fov  r6ig«j  nuke  them  fo. 

4  Happy  the  man  to  Whom  he  fsrds 
Obedient  children,  faithful  frenos  ! 
How  fweet  our  dsily  coro£>r;s  prove, 
When  they  are  feafon'd  .with   iis  love  ! 

Psalm   127.      [C    M  ] 

1  T  F  G.  d  'o  build  the  bcuf-  deny, 
j[  The  bu  Id  rs  work  in  vain  ; 
And   towns',  without  his  wakeful  eye, 

An  ufelefs  watch  rf.air-tain. 

2  Be'ore  theimornfhg  beams  anie, 

Your  painful  work  rer.evy, 
And,  til!  tt  e  ftars  afcend  the  Ikies, 
Your  iir-.Torr«e  toil  puvfue. 

3  Short  be  your  fleep,  and  coarfe  y cur  fare  ; 

In  win,  till  God  has  bleft  ; 

But  it  hib  fmites  attend  your  care, 

You  mail  have  tend  and  reft. 

4  Nor  children,  relatives,  nor  friends, 

Shall  r  al  blei&rrgs  pr:,v?, 
Nor  all  the  eat tbly  joys  he  fends, 
If  lent  without  his  love. 

Psalm  128       [C.  M  ] 

1    f\   H  x  i  i3Y  man,  whofe  f  ul  is  fifi'd 

V/      With  zea!  and  rev'rentl  awe  ! 


PSALM  CXXJX,  2S9 

His  Hps  to  God  their  honors  yield, 

His  life  adorns  the  Jaw. 
S   A  careful  Providence  flu)!  (land, 

And  ever  guard  thy  head, 
Shall  on  the  labors  of  thy  hand 

Its  kindly  bieffings  flsed. 

3  Thy  wife  (hall  be  a  fruitful  vine  ; 

Thy  children   round  thy  board, 
Each  like  a  plan'  of  honor  fhine, 
And  learn  to  fear  the  Lord. 

4  The  Lord  fnall  thy  beft  hopes  fulfil 

For  months  and  years  to  co'ne  ; 
The  Lord  who   dw-lls  in  Zion's  hi!!, 
Shaii  fend  the  bieflings  home. 

5  This  is  the  man  whofe  happy  eyes 

Shall  fee  his  houfe  increafe, 
Shaii  fse  the  finking  chu.ci  arife, 
Then  leave  the  world  in  peace. 

Psalm  129       [C.  M  ] 
1    "T  TP  from  my  youth,  may  lir'e!  fay, 
%^J       Have  I  bc-en  nsrs'd  in  tears  ; 
My  griefs  were  cooftant  as  thsjjay, 
And  tedious  as  the  years. 
Z  Up  from  my  youth   I  bore  the  rage 
Of  all  the  fons  of  ftrife  j 
Oft  they  aflail'd  my  riper  age, 
But  not  dc'Txcy'd  my  life. 
3   Their  cruel  plough  had  turn  my  fkfh, 
Witii  furrows  iosg  and  deep, 


2c,o  PSALM  CXXX. 

Hourly  they  vex'd  my  wounds   afrcfh, 
Nor  ift    my   U  rrovv?  fLep. 

4  Tie  Lord  grfe-w  ..nn»'v  c;.  rr's  tl.-rcnc, 

A  nd   w  th  inrpsma!  e\  e 
MeafurV  the  riu'chi-  A  they  had  done* 
Then  1  t  his  arrows  fly. 

5  "How  was  their  info'erce.  furpris'd 

To  hear  'is  tl  urr!  rs  roM  : 

^nJ  si!  the  foes  c  Zi  sn  Uiz'd 

W¥th  !  orr.r  to  the    fou!  3 

6  Thus  fnaH  the  men    that  hate  the  faints 

B -bUived  from  t!ic  fky  ; 
Tbtirglcty  fades,  the:r  courage  faints, 
A  rd  r.  !  their  pr  j  .fls  die. 

7  [What  iho'  th:y  fi  urifh  tail  and  fair, 

'!  hey  have  no  root  beneath  ; 

Th.ir  growth  (hall  perrfti  in  defpair, 

And   lie  defpis  d    in  de'ath  3 

8  [So  corn  ttiat  on  the  houfe  top  (lands, 

he  lone  or  has  veil   }:ives  ; 
The  reaper  ne'ei  (hall  fill  his  hands, 
Nor  binder  fold  the  (heaves. 

9  It  iyr  i:ys  and   vviilcrs  oovheplace* 

No  traveller  bellows 
A  word  of  bl  (Hug  on  the  grafs, 
Nor  minds  it  as   Ivc  goes.  J 

Psalm  130      £C   M.] 

^~X  UT  of  the  deeps  cflong  diilicfs, 

The  bordas  cf  defpair, 


PSALM  CXXX.  291 

I  {eot  my  cries  to  feck  thy  grac?, 
My  groans  to  move  *thifve  ear. 

2  Grea'  God  !    fhould  thy  fcverereye, 

And  thine  impartial  hand, 
Mark  and  revenge  inj^iity, 
No  mortal  fLCh  cousd  ffo.nd, 

3  But  there  are  pardons  with  my  G  :d 

For  crimes  orMgh  d?->ree  ; 
Thy  8on  harh  bought  them  with  his  bloody 
To  draw  us  near  to  shee. 

4  [I  wait  for  their  fa! vation.  Lord, 

With  .flrono  defires   I  \va\i; 
My  f ->ul,  invited  by  thy  word, 
Stands.  w?,-chimi  at  thy  g'^"f-- j 

5  [Juft  as  *kf  guards  that  ketp  the  night 

Long  for  the  morning  (ki^s, 
Watch,  the  firfr  beajrcs  of  breaking  light, 
Ard  sieet  t\  era  with  their  eyes  ; 

6  So  wa*tjs  my  f?uj  to  fee  they  grace, 

And   m-one  indent  than  they, 

Meets  the  fhft  openings  of  thy  face, 

And  finds  a   brighter  day  j 

7  Then  in  'he  Lord  let  lfre\  trull, 

L-t  Ifr'ei  feek  his  face  ; 
The   Lord  is  good  as  welfas  pi\t 
And  pknteous   in  h's  grace 

8  There's  full  redemption  at  his  throne 

For  flnners  Spng  tjnfiav'cj  ; 

The  great  redeemer  is  t  is  Son, 

And  Ifr'el  iliall  be .fav'd. 


92     PSALM  CXXX.  CXXXI. 

Tsalm  130.      [L.  M,] 
ROM  deep  diftrefs  and  troubled tho'ts, 


1    T^RC 


o  thee,  rr  y  God,  I  raisM  my  cries  ; 
It"  fhou  fever  ly  mark  our  faults, 
N'   fl-fh  can  (land  before  thine  eye. 

2  Buf  thou  haft  built  thy  throne  of  grace, 
Free  to  difp^nfe  thy  pardons  there, 
That  firntrs  may  approach  thy  face, 
And  hope,  and  love,  as  well   as  fear. 

3  As  the  benighted  pilgrims   wait, 
And  long  and  wi!h  for  breaking  day, 
So  waits  my  foul  before  thy  gate  ; 
When  will  n  y  God  his  face  difplay  ? 

4  My  ru(t  is  fijt'd  upon  thy  word, 
jSior  (hall  I  truft  thy  word  in  vain : 
L.t  mourning  fou's  addrefs  the  Lord, 
And  find  relief  from  all  their  pain. 

5  Great  is  his  love,  and  lar^e  his  grace, 
Thro'  the  redemption  of  his  Son  ; 
He  turns  our  feet  from  fj.  fa!  ways, 
And  pardons  what  cur  hands  have  d«ne. 

Psalm   131.     [C.  M] 

1  T  S  ?here  ambition  in  my  heart  ? 

J_      Search,  gracious  god,  and  fee  ; 
Or  do  I  act  a  haughty  part  ? 
Lord,  I  appeal  to  thee» 

2  I  c  arge  my  thoughts,  b?  humble  dill, 

And   all  nry  carriage  mild  j 


PSALM  CXXXIL  293 

Content,  <ny  Father,  with  thy  will, 

And  quiet  as  a  child. 
3  The  parent  foul,  the  lowly  mind, 

Shall  have  a  large  reward  : 
Let  faints  ;n   farrow  lie  reft^n'd, 

And  truft  a  faithful  Lord. 

Psalm    132.      5,  13  —  18.     [L.   M.j 
?.   "T7T7"  HH.RE  (hall  wegotorfeek  and  find 
VV        An  habitation  for  our  God, 
A  dwelling  for  th'  Eternal  Mind, 
Araongft  the  fons  of  flefli  and  blood  ? 

2  T:  e    God  of  Jacob  chcfe  the  hill 
Of'Zion,  for  his  ancient  >reft  ; 
AecI  Zion  is  his  dwelling  (hll, 

His  c!  urch  is  with  his  pr:fer,ce  bleft« 

3  '  Here  will  I  fix  my  gracious  throne, 

'  And  reirn  for  e«er,'  faith  the  Lord  5 

*  Here  (kail  my  pow'r  and  So?e  be  kr.cwn, 
1  <^nd  blc-iBn.s  (hail  attend  my  word. 

4  *  Here  will  I  me<  t  the  hungry  poor, 

'  And  fH  their  fouls  with  heav'niy  bread  : 

*  Sinners  t%ar  wait  before  my  door, 

*  With  (Wet  groyjfiaas  mail  be  fed. 

5  *  Girded  wi. h  truth,  and  cloth  d  with  grace, 

*  My  prieffs,  my  minliters,  shall  fmne  ; 
'Not  Aaron  in  his.  colily  dels 

'  Made  an  appearance  fa  divine* 

6  '  The   fa :nts,  unable  to  contain 

'  X'heir.  inward  joys,  (hail  jligut  and  fug  ; 

;;    y  a 


29+  PSALM  CXXXII. 

'  The  Son   of  David  here  (hall  reign,        * 

*  And  Zion  triumph   in  her  King. 
7   [*  Jt^us  (ha  I  fee  a  num'rous  fed 

*  B<  rn   here,  t'  uphold  his  glorious  name  ; 
♦His  crown  (hall  fiouiifh  on  his  head, 

■  While  all  his  foes  are  cloth'd  with  flume.'] 

Psalm  132.     Ver,   4,    5,   7,  8,    15 — 17. 

[C.  M.] 

1  T  \T  O  fleep  nor  (lumber  to  his  eyes 
»- Jl\       Good  David  would  afford, 
Till  he  had  found  betaw  the  fkies 

A  dwel  n    for  the  Lord. 

2  The  Lord  in  Zion  plac'd  his  name, 

His  ark  was  let  tied  there  : 
To  Zion  the  whole  nation  came 
To  worlhip  thrice  a  year. 

3  But  we  have   no  foch  lengths  to  go, 

N  r  wander  far  abroad  : 
Where'er  thy   faints  affe/nble  now, 
There  is  a  r  ouf    for  God  3 

PAUSE. 

4  A  rife.  O  King  of  grace,  arife, 

And  fnter  to  thy  r  it  .l 
La!  thy  church  waits  with  longing  eyes, 
Thus  to  be  ovvn'd  and  blelh 

5  Enter  with  all  shy  glorious  train, 

Thy  Spirit  and  thy  woid  ; 

£1!  ti  at  the  ark  did  once  contain 

Could  no  iucn  ^race  afford. 


PSALM  CXXXIH.  291 

6  Here,  mighty  God  !  accept  our  vows, 

Here  let  thy  praife  be  Ipread  ; 
Blefs  the  provifions  of  thy  houfe, 
And   fill  thy  poor  with  bread. 

7  Here    let  the  Son  of  David  reign  ; 

Let  God's  Annointed  mine  ; 
Jufhce  and  truth  his  court  maintain, 
With  love  and  pow'r  divine. 

8  Here  let  him  hold  a  lading  throne, 

And  as  his  kingdom  grows, 
Frefh  honors  fha.'l  adorn  his  crown, 
And  {hame  confound  his  foes. 

Psalm    i 3 j.     [CM.] 

1    "        O,  what  an  entertaining  fight 
Jl  a      Are  brethren  that  agree, 
Brethren,  whofe  cheerful   hearts  unite 
In  bands    of  piety. 
3  When  if  reams  of  love  from  Chrifr,  the  fpring,- 
Defcend  toev'ry  foul, 
And  heav'nly  peace  with  balmy  wing, 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole  : 

3  'Tis   like  the  oil  divinely  fweet, 

On  Aaron's  rev'rend  head  ; 
The  trirkiing  drops  perfum'd  his  feet, 
And  o'er  his  garments  fpread  : 

4  'Tis  pieafant  as  the  morning  dews  \ 

That  falls  on  Z'.on's  hill, 
Where  God  his  niildelt  gler)  fhsws. 
And  makes,  his  grace  dtltili. 


296  PSALM  CXXXIil. 

Psalm  133.     [S.  M.] 

1  T)  LES  V  sre  the  fons  of  peace, 

j3      Whofe  hearts  and  hopes  are  on?, 
Whofe  kind  defigns  re  fcr?e  and  p!e»fe, 
Ihrou^h  ail  their  a&ons  run. 

2  Blefr   is  the   pious  houfe, 

Wh-re  zeal  and  friendship  meet  ; 
Their  fongs  of  praife,  their  mingfed  vows 
Make  their  communion  fweet. 

3  Thus  when  on  Aaron's  htad 

Tt  ey  pour'd  the  rich  perfume, 
The  oil  thro'  a!!  his  raiment  fpread/ 
And  plfofure  fii  M  the  room. 

4  Thus  on  the  heavenly  hills 

The  faints  are  bltii&bbve, 
Where  Joy  like  morning  dew  diftills, 
And  ail  the  air  is  love. 

Psalm    133.     As  the  I22d  Pfalm. 

1  TT  OW  pleafint  'tis  to  fee 
JLjL      Kindred  and  friends  a^ree, 

Each  in  their  proper  (tation  move, 

And  each   fulfil  their  part 

"W,ith  fymparhifing  heart, 
In  all  the  carts  or  lite  and  love  ! 

2  '  l  is  like  t  e  ointment  m  d 
On  Aaron's  S<cred  head  ; 

Divinely  .rich,  divinely  fweet : 
The  oil  thro   all  ihe  room 


psalm  exxxiv.  cxxxv.  297 

Diffused  a  choice  perfume, 
Ran  thro*  his  lebes  and  blett  his  feet. 

Like  fruitful  fhow'rs  otjr&ih 

That  water  all  the  pbin,     ^ 
t)efcending  from  the  neighboring  hills  5 

8uch  flreams  of  pleafure  roll 

Thro*  ev'ey  friendly  foul, 
Where  love  like*heav3niy  dew  diftills. 
Repeat  the  frjl  jtan%a  to  complete  the  tune. 

Psalm   134.     [€■  M.] 

1  "\/"E  that  obey  th*  immortal  King; 

X        Attend  nis  holy  place  ; 
Bow  to  the  glories  of  his  pow'r, 
And  blefs  his  wondrous  grace. 

2  Lift  up  your  bands  by  morning  light, 

And  fend  your  (buls  on  high  : 
Raife  ycur  admin ng  thoughts  by  night 
Above  the  (tarry  fey. 

3  The  God  of  %o*  cheers  our  hearts 

With  rays  of  quick'ning  grace  : 
The  God  that  fprcads  the  heav'ns  abroad, 
And  rules   the  fwelling  feas. 

Psalm   135.     Ver.   1— 4*  H»  »9~2U 
Part   4.  pfc  M  ] 

I   TQ  RAISE  ye  the  L«rd,  exah  his  name, 
J7       W'-ile  in  his  h  ly  courts  ye  wait  j 
Ye  faints  that  to  his  houf;  belong, 
Or  (land  attending  at  his  gate, 


2SS  PSALM  CXXXV. 

2  Praife  ye  the  Lord  :  the  Lord  is  good  I 
To  praife  his  name  is  fvret  employ  ; 

Tfr  ci  '  e  chofs  of  old,  and  (till 
His  church  is   his  peculiar  joy. 

3  The  Lou-!  hi  i  {di  wii!  ju4ge  his  faints  ; 
H-*  treats  his  fcrvants  as  -is  fri^^s  ; 
-And  when  he  hears  < heir  fjre  c  > ■•: -pLi.-its, 
Rtren;*  the  forrows  that  &e  Tends. 

4  Th'ro'evVy  agethe  Lord  d -.glares 

His  name,  and  breaks  th*  oppr TT  r's  rod  : 

He  gives  his  fcff'rtng  'ervams  rdr, 

And  will  be  known,  fc  Th'  almighty,  Gpd/ 

5  B!cfs  ye  the  Lord,  who  tafre    his  love, 
People  and  prieHs  exaii  his  naj 
Atnoqgtt   his  faints  he  ereruwdisj 
His  church  is  his  Jerufalem. 

Psalm   1*$.  Ver.  5 — 12.  Part  2.  rL    M.j 

1  iS  REAT  is  the  Lord,  exalted  h'oh 
VJF    Above  aU  pow'rsand  ev'ry  throne 
W'^ate'er  he  pleafe  in  earth  and  fea 

Or  h^av'n,  or  hen,  his  hand  hath  dene. 

2  Ar  his  command  the  vapours  fife, 

The  lightnings  fhfh,  the  thunders  roar ;. 
He  prui9  the  rain,  he  brings  the  wind 
And  temped  from  his  airy  (lore 

3  'Twas  he  thofc  dreadful  tokens  fen% 
O  Ejiypt*  thro'  rhy  ftubborn  land  ; 
When  al!  thy  (Mr  born,  b.-aAs  and  mien, 
Fell  dead  by  his  avenging  hand. 


PSALM  CXXXV,  299 

4  What  mighty  nations,  mighty  kings 
He  flaw,  and  their  whole  country  gave 
To  Hr'ei,  whom  his  hand  rcdrenrd, 
No  more  to  b-  proud  Pharaoh's  flave  ! 

5  His  pow'r  the  (^e,  the  fame  his   grace, 
Th?r   laves  us  from   the  hofts  of  bed  : 
And  heav'n  he  gives  us  to  pclIHs, 
Whence  mof-  apoitate  an^eis  sell. 

Psalm  135.      [C    M  ] 
3       A    Vv^KL,yefsintc.topraif-yourking, 
J~%^    Your  fweeteft  paffiows  raife, 
Your  pious  pleaiure  while  you   ling, 
Increaiing  with  the  praife. 
2   Great  is  the  Lord  ;  and   works  unknown 
Are   his  divine  employ  ; 
But  (til!  his  faints  are  near  his  throne, 
Hi3  treafur;;  and   his  joy.  ?. 
g   Heav'n,    earth  and  fea,  confefs  his  hand  4 
Ke  bids  the  vapors  rile  % 
Light  ning  and  (lersn*  at  his  command, 
Sweep  thro5  the  founding   fees. 
4  AH  pow'-r,  that  gods  of  kings  have  dairo'd. 
Is  found   with  him  alone  ; 
But  heathen  gods  mould  ne'er  be  nam'd 
Where  our  Jehovah's  known. 
I   Which  of  the  flecks   or  (tones  they  tru3 
Can    give  them  fhow'is  o^  rain  I 
In  vain  they  wotftiip  giittVing  duft, 
And  pray  to  gold  in  vain. 


300  PSALM  CXXXVL 

6  [Their  gods  have  tongues  that  cannot  talk, 

Such  as  their  maker's  fjave  : 
Their  feet  were  ne'er  dfign^d  to  walk, 
Nor  hands  have  pow'r  to  fave 

7  Blind  are  rheir  eyes    their  ears  are  deaf, 

Nor  hear  when  mortals  pray  ; 
Mortals  that   waif  for  their  relief, 
Are  blind  and  deaf  as  they  ] 

8  Ye  nat'ons  know  the  living  God, 

Serve  him  with  faith  and  fear  ; 

He  ni?.k:s  thy  churchwS  his  abode, 

And  claims  thine  honors  there. 

Psalm  136.      [C.  M  ] 

1  J"**  1VE  thanks  to  God,  the  fov'reipn 
V  Jf  His  mercies  ftiil  endure  ;  [Lord, 
And  be  the  King  of  kings  ador'd, 

His  truth   is   ever  fure 

2  What  wonders  hath   his   wifjom   done  ! 

How  mighty  is  his  hand  ! 
Heav'n,  earth,  and  fea,  he  fram'd  alene  s 
How  w  de  is  his  command  ! 

3  The  fun  funplies  the  dav  with  light : 

How  bright  h;s  counfds  fhine  ! 
The  moon  and  ftars  adorn  the  night  , 
His  works  are  all  divine 

4  [He  ftruck  tr  e  fons  of  Egypt  dead  j 

How  dreadful   s  his   rod  ; 
And  thence  with  joy  h;s  people  led: 
How  gracious  is  our  God  ! 


PSALM  CXXXV-L  301 

5  He   cleft  the  fwelling  fea  in  two  ; 

Kis  arm  is  gre?t  id  might  : 
And  gave  the  tribes  a  paffa»»e  thro' ; 
His  pow'r  and  grace  uoite.^ 

6  But  Pharaoh's  army  there  he  orown'd  ; 

How  glorious  are  his   ways ! 
And  brought  his  faints  thro'  defert  ground  5 
Eternal  be  his  praife, 

7  Great. raonarchs  fell  beneath  his  hand; 

Victorious  is  his  (word  ; 
While  I.frel  took  the  promis'd  land  ; 
And  faithful  is  his  word.] 

8  He  faw  the  nations  dead  in  fin  ; 

He  feit   his  pity  move  ; 
How  fad  the  (hit  the- world  was  in  ! 
How  boundiefs  was  iris  love  ! 

9  He  fent  to  fave  us  from  our    woe  ; 

His  goodnefs  never  fails  ; 
From  death,  and  hell,  and  ev'ry  foe  ; 
And  frill  his  grace  prevails. 

10  Give  thanks  »o  God  the  heav'nly  King  J 

His  mercies  ftill  endure  : 
Let  the  whole  earth   his  praifes  fing  ; 
His  truth  is  ever  fure. 

Psalm  136,     As  the  148  h  Pfilrru 
I        f^  IV L  thanks  to  God  molt  high* 
V_J      The  univeVfaJ  Lo  d  ; 
The  fov'reign  King    cf  kings  j 
And  be  his-grace  ador'd. 
Z 


$oi  PSALM  CXXXVI. 

His  pow'rand  grace 
Are  ftill  'he  fame  ; 
And  let  his  name 
Have  endlefs  praife. 

2  How  mighty  is  his  hand  ! 
What  wonders  hath  he  done  ! 
He  form'd  the  earth  and  feas, 
And  fpread  the  heav'ns  alone* 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
Shall  frill  endure, 
And  ever  fire 
Abides  thy  word. 

3  His  wifdom  fram'd  the  fun, 
To  crown  the  day  with  light  ; 
The  moon  and  twinkling  (tars, 
To  cheer  the  darklome  night. 

His  pow'r  and  grace 

Are  frill  the  fame  ; 

And  let  his  name 

Have  endlefs  praife. 
4.       [He  fmote  the  firft  born  fons, 
The  flow'r  of  Egypt,  dead  ; 
And  thence  his  chofen  tribes 
With  joy  and  glory  led. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Shall  Hill  endure  ; 

And  ever  lure 

Abides  thy  word, 
c.       His  pow'r  and  lifted  rod 
Cleft  the  red  fetid  two, 


PSALM  CXXXVI,  3°3 

And  for  his  people  made 
A  wondVous  pafEiae  thro'. 

His  pow'r  and  grace 

Are  (till  the  fa  we  ; 

And  let  his  name 

Have  endlcfs  pra'ife. 
But  cruel   Piiaraoh  there 
With  all  his  hofts  he  drownM, 
And  brought  his  Ifr'el  fafe 
Thro*  a  long  dtfert  ground. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Sha4  (til!  endure  ; 

And  ever  fure 

Abides  thy  word. 

PAUSE. 

The  kings  of  Canaan  fell 
Beneath  his  dreadful  hand  ; 
While  his  own  fervants  took 
PcMon  of  their  hnd. 

His  pow'r  and  grace 

Are  ftil!  the  fame  ; 

And  let  his  name 

Have  endlefs  praife/J 
He  faw  the  nations  lie 
All  perifhing  in   fiq, 
And   pity'd  the  f<*d  ftate 
The  ruin2d   worid  was  in. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Shall  Hill  endure  j 


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PSALM  cxxxvr. 


And  ever   fure 
Abides  thy  word. 

9  He   fent  his  only  Ton 
To  fcive  us  from  our  woe, 
From  Sitan,  fin,  and  death, 
Ar.d  ev'ry  hurry!  foe. 

His  pov/r  and  grace 
Are  ftiEl  the  fame  ; 
And  let  his  name 
Have  cndltfs  praife. 

10  G;v:  thanks  aloud  to  God, 
To  God  the  heaVnly  King  j 
And  let  the  fyacious  earth 
His  works  and  glories  fing. 

Thy  mercy,  Lcrd, 
Shall  !!iii  endure  ; 
And  ever  fure 
Abides  thy  word. 

Psalm   i36.     Abridged.      [L.  M.] 

i    /T~*i  1VE  to  our  God  immortal  praife  ; 
VJJ      Mercy  and  truth  are  al!  his  ways  ; 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  !  is  mercies  in  your  fong. 

2  Give  to  the  Lord  cf  lords  renown, 
The  King  of  kings  with  glory  crown  : 
His  mercies  ever  fhall  endure, 
When  (oids  and  kings  are  known  no  more. 

3  He  built  the  earth,  he  fpread  the  {ky, 
And  fix'd  the  Itarry  lights  on  high  : 


PSALM  CXXXVHI,         505 

Wonders  of  grace  to  God  be'ong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  Cong* 

4  Ke  filis  the  fun  with  morning  light, 
Ke  bids  the  moon  direct  the  night;. 
H15  mercies  ever  fiiaii  endure, 

When  funs  and  moons  (hail  fhine  no  more, 

5  The  Jews  he  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand, 
And  brought  them  to  the  pro-T;j.s\d  land  : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercifs  in  your  foog* 

6  He  few  the  Gentiles  dead  in  (in, 
And  telt  his  pi t y  work  within  :. 
His  merges  ever  (hall   endure, 

When  death  and  fin  (nail  reign, no  more. 

•J   Ke  fens  his  Son  with  pow'rto  fave 
From  guilt,  and  darknefs,  and  the  grave  s 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  hjs  mercies  in  your  Cong; 

8   Thro' 'his   vain  world   he  guides  our  feet, 
And  feads  us  to  ris  heav'nj?  feat ; 
His  n  ere  es  ever  (hail  endure. 
When  this  va.n  world  ilull  be  no  more. 

Psalm  138.      [L.  M] 

-fcJlVH  all  my  pou'rs  of  heart  and 
•  V  ron.ue, 

1  11  praife  my  Maker  in   my  fonj  : 
/ingfis  (had  hear  the  nptes  I  raijTe, 
Approve  the  fong,  and  join  the  oraib. 
Z  2 


3c6  PSALM  CXXXIX. 

2  Anrels  that  make  thy  church  their  care, 
Shall  witnefs  my  devotion  there, 
"While  holy  zeal  direcls  my  eyes 
To  thy  (air  temple  in  the  fkies.J 

3  I'll  ling  thy  truh  and  mercy,  Lord  ; 
I  i!  Gng  the  wonders  of  thy  word  : 
Not  aii  thy  works  snd  names  below 
So  much  thy  puw'r  and  g!ory  mow. 

4  To  Gcd  I  cry'd  when  troubles  rofe  ; 
He  h;ard  me,  and  fubdu'd  mv  fos3  ; 
He  did  my  iidna  fears  centre!, 
ftnd  (tren-gtn  diffusM  thro:  all  my  feu!. 

5  lie  God  of  heav'n  maintains  his  (late, 
Frowns  or.  the  proud,  and  fcorns  the  great ; 
But  from  lis  throne  dtfeends  to  f:e 
The  fcns  of  humble  poverty. 

6  Amidft  a  thoufand  frares  I  fiand, 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  haod  ; 
Thy  words  my  fainting  foul  revive, 
And  keep  my  eying  faith  alive. 

7  Grace  urill  complete  what  ^race  begins, 
To  fave  from  farrows  or  from  fins  ; 
The  work  that  wifcom  undertakes, 
Eterrai  mercy  ne\r  foti<*kes. 

Psalm  139      Part  1.    [L   M.] 
;  T     o*d  ihbnhafVfearefe'daodieenmethito', 

_J_i  I  luce  eyeco^fmaods  with  riercirg  w.w 
rj-fitig  ..:  d  my  reiving  iu  u's, 
h  5  bean  and  Q;  ■■.,  w.v.i  all  their  pow'rs. 


PSALM  CXXXIX.  307 

2  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
Areto  my  God  di&nclly  known  ; 
He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  (peak, 
Ere  from  my  op'ning  lips  they  break. 

3  Within  thy  circling  pow'r  I  (land  ; 
On  ev'ry  fide  I  find  thy  hand  : 
Awake,  afleep,  at  home,  abroad, 

I  am  furroun  ded  (Till  with  God. 

4  Amazing  knowledge,  vaft  and  great ! 
What  large  extent  !  what  lofty  height  ! 
My  foul,  with  all  the  pow'rs  1  boaft, 
Is  in  the  boundlefs  prcfpecl  tad, 

5  *  O  may  thefe  thoughts  poflifs  my  breafl, 
'  Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rt£t, 

*  Nor  iet  my  weaker  paflions  dare 

*  Confent  to  (in,  for  God  is  there.' 

PAUSE. 

6  Could  I  fo  falfe,  fo  faithlefs  prove, 
To  quit  thy  fervice  and  thy  love, 
Where,  Lord,  cou'd  I  thy  pref-nce  (huo, 
Or  from  thy  drcad'ui  glory  ran  ? 

7  If  up  to  heav'n  I  take  my  fight, 

'Tis  there  thou  dweli'ft  enthron'd  in  light  ; 
Or  dive  to  hell,  there  vengeance  reigns, 
And  Satan  groans  beneath  thy  chains. 

8  If,  mounted  on  a  (doming  ray, 
I  fly  beyond  the  v/eftern  fea, 

Thy  fwifcer  hand  would  ficft  arrive, 
And  there  arreft  thy  fugitive. 


5o8  PSALM  CXXXIX. 

9  Or  mould  I  try  to  fhun  thy  fight 
Beneath  ihe  fpreading  veil  of  night  ; 
Gse  g'ance  of  thine,  onep'ercing  ray, 
Would  kindle  darkn-fs  into  day. 

io  '  O  nuy  thefe  thoughts  pcifefs  my  brea% 

*  Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  reft  ! 
'Nor  let  my  weaker  pafibns   dare 

*  Conieot  to  (in,    for  God  is  there.' 

pause   2, 
l  i   The   vei!  of  night  is  no  difguife, 

No  fcreen  from  thy  all  Searching  eyes  ; 

Thy  hand  can  feize  thy  foes  as  icon 

Thro'  ridnioht  (Lades  as  blazing  noon, 
12    Midnight  and  noon  in  this  agree, 

Great  God,    they're  both  alike  to  thee  ; 

Nor  death  can  hide  what  God  will  foy, 

And  hell  lies  naked  to  his  ev3. 
I  j   *  O  tray  thefe  thoughts  pbfTefs  my  br-aft, 

'  Where'er  I  rove,    where'er  I  red  ! 

'  Nor  let  my  weaker  pafiions  dare 

'Con Tent  to  fin,  for  God  is  there  ' 

Tsalm  139.     P^rt  2.     [L.  M.] 

1  'rnWAS  from  thy  hand,    my  God,   I 

J.  can>e  ; 

A  work  of  fuch  a  curious    frame  ; 
In  me  thy  fearful  wonders  flvne, 
And  each  proclaim  thy  fkd)  divine. 

2  Thine  eyes  did  all  my  limbs  fjrvey, 
Which  yet  in  dark  contulion  lay  j 


PSALM  GXXXIX.  309 

Thou  faw'it  the  daily  grow;h  they  took, 
Form'd  by  the  model  of  thy  book. 

3  By  thee  my  growing  parts  were  nam'd, 
And  what  thy  fov'reign  counfris  fram'd, 
(The  breathing  lungs,    the  beating  heart) 
Was  copy'd  with   unerring  art. 

4  At  lad,  to  (hew  my   Maker's  name, 
God  ftamp'd  his  image  on  my  frame, 
And   in  fome  unknown  moment  joined 
The  flnifh'd  members  to  the  mmd. 

5  Thtre   the   young  feeds  of  thought  began, 
And  all  the  paffions  of  the  man  : 
Great   God,   our  infant   nature  pays 
Immortal  tribute  to   thy  praifc  ! 

PAUSE 

6  Lord,  fince  in  my  advancing  age 
I've  acted  on   life's  bufy  ftage, 

Thy  thoughts  of  love  to  me  furmount 
The  pow'r  of  numbers  to  recount. 

7  I  could  furvey  she  ocean  o'er, 

And  count  each  find  that  makes  the  fhore, 
Before  my  fwiftett  thoughts  could  trace 
The  num'rous  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

8  Thtfe  on    my  heart   are  (till   impreir, 
With  thefe  I  give  my  eyes  '-a  reit ; 
And  at  my  waking  hour  I  find 
God  and   his  love  pciTefs  my  mind. 

Psalm  139      Part  3      [L.   M.J 
Y  Gcd,  what  inward  grief  I  feel 
When  impicus  men  tranfgrefs  thy  wili ! 


3io 


PSALM  CXXXJX. 


I'  mourn  to  hear  their  lips  profane 

Take  thy  tremendous  name  in  vain. 

Does  not  thy  fou!  deteft  and   hate 

The  Tons  of  malice  and   deceit  ? 

Thofe  that  opp  fe  thy  laws  and  thee, 

I  count  them  enemies  to  me. 

Lord,  (larch  my  fcul,  try  ev'ry  thought; 

Tho*  my  ovvn  heart  accufe  me  not 

Of  waking  in  a  falfe  difguife, 

I  bfg  the  trial  of  thine  eyes. 

Doth  fecret  mifchief  lurk  within  ?  - 

Do  1  indulge  fjme  unknown  fin  ? 

O  turn  my  feet  whene'er  I  itray, 

And  lead  me  in  thy  perfect  way. 

Psalm  139.     Part  1.     [C.  M.] 

ill  my  vafl  concerns  with  thee, 
vain  my  foul  would  try 
To  faun  thy  pretence,  Lord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  tlr'ne  eye. 

2  Thine  all  furrounding  fight  furveys 

My  rifing  and   my  reft, 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
And  fecrets  of  my  bread- 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord, 

Before  they're  form'd  within  ; 
And,   ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
He  knows  the  fenfe  I  mean. 

4  O  wond'tous  knowledge,  d  ep  and  hi^h 

Where  can  a  creature  hide ! 


Fi" 


PSALMCXXXIX.  311 

Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Befet  on  ev  ry  fide. 

5  So  Itt  thy  grace  furround  me  ftill, 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 

To  guard  my  foul  from  evry  ill, 

Secur'd  by  fov 'reign  love. 

PAUSE. 

6  Lord,  where  finall  guilty  fouls  retire, 

Forgotten  and  unknown  ? 
In   hell  they   meet  thy  dreadful  fire, 
In  heav'n  thy  glorious  throne. 

7  Should  I  fupprefs  my  vital  breath, 

To  'fcape  the  wrath  divine, 
Thy  voice  would  break  the  bars  of  death, 
And  make  the  grave  refign. 

8  If,  wing'd  with  beams  of  morning  light, 

I  fly  beyond  the  weft, 
Thy  hand,  which  muft  lupport  my  flight, 
Would  ioon  betray  my  reft. 

9  If  o'er  my  (ins  I  think  to  draw 

The  curtains  of  the  night. 
Thofe  flaming  eyes  that  guard  thy  law 
Would  turn  the   (hades  to  light. 

10  The  biams  of  noon,  the  midnight  hour, 

Are  both  alike  to  thee  t 
O  may  I  ne'er  provoke  that  pow'r 
From  which  I  cannot  flee  ! 

Psalm  139.     Part  2       [CM] 

HEN  I  with  pleafing  wonders ftand, 
And  all  my  frame  furvey. 


■w 


3i2  PSALM  CXXX IX. 

Lord,    'lis  thy  work  ;    I  own  thy  hand 
Thus  built  my  humb'e  clay. 

2  Thy  I  and  my  heart  and  reins  pcfTeft, 

Where  unborn  nature  grew  ; 
Thy  wifdom  all  my  features  trac'd, 
And  all  my  member's  drew 

3  Thine  eye   with  niceft  care  fjrvey'd 

The  growth  of  ev'ry  part  ; 
Till  the  w!o'e  fcheme  thy  thoughts  had  lai 
Was  copy  d  by  thy  art. 

4  Heav'n,  earth,  and  Tea,  and  fire,  and  wind 

Shew  me  'by  wor.dYous  He, J!  ; 
33ut  I    review    myfelf,  and  find 
Diviner  wonders  hill. 

5  Thine  awful  glories  round  me  (nine, 

My  flefh  proclaims  thy  praife  ; 
Lord,   to  thy  works   of  nature  join 
Thy  roiiacles  of  grace  ! 

Psalm  139      Ver     14,    17,   18,     Part  1 
[C.   M.j 
An  Evening   P/aim. 
ORD,  when  I  count  thy  mercies  o'e 
They  (ttike  me    with  iurprife  ; 
ISot    all  the  f*nds   that  fpread  the  ihore 

To    equal  numbers  rile. 
My  flefh  with  fear  and  wonder  (lands, 

The  product    of  thy  fl<  I  ; 
$.nd  hourly  b'eflings  'rom  thy  lands 
Thy  thoughts  of  iove  reveal. 


PSALM  CXL.  CXLII.        313 

3  Thefe  or?  my  heart  by  night  I  keep  ;• 
How  kind,  how  dear  to  rne  ! 
O  may  the  hour  that  ends  my  deep, 
Still  find  my  thoughts  with  thee. 

Psalm  140,     Ver.  2—5.     [L.  M.J 

A  morning  or  evening  PfaJm* 

1  "|\  /jf  Y  God^  sceept  my  early  vows, 
JLVJL  Like  morning  i-ncenfe  in  thine  houfe  | 
And  let  thy  nightly  worfhip  rife 

Sweet  as  the  evening  ficriiice.    - 

2  Watch  o'er  my  lips  and  guard  them,  Lord, 
From  ev'ry  ram  and  heedhfs  word} 

Nor  let  my  feet  incline  to  tread 
The  guilty  path  where  dinners  led* 

3  O  may  the  righteous,  when  I  flray, 
Smite  and- reprove  my  wand'ring  way  ! 
Their  gentle  words.,  like  ointment  fhs'd, 
Shall  never  bruife,  but  cheer  my  head. 

4  When  I  behold  them  preft  with  grief, 
I'll  cry  to  heav'n  for  their  relief ; 
And  by  my  warm  petitions  prove 
How  much  I  prize  their  faithful  love* 

Psalm   142.      [C.  M.] 

I    r~j~1  O  God  I  made  my  for  rows  known, 
JL        From  God  I  fought  relief  ; 
In    long  complaints  before  his  throne 
I  pour'd  out  all  my  grief. 
A  a 


3!4  PSALM  CXLIII. 

2  My  foul  was  overwhelm'*!  with  woes, 

My  heart  began  to  break  ; 
My  God,  who  all  my  burdens  knows, 
He  knows  the  way  I  take. 

3  On  ev'ry  fide  I  c&fl  mine  eye, 

And  found  my  helpers  gone  ; 
While  friends  and  ftrangers  pafs'd  me  by 
Neglected  or  unknown. 

4  Then  did  I  raife  a  louder  cry, 

And  call'd  thy  mercy  near  ; 
*  Thou  art  my  portion  when  1  die, 
*  Be  thou  my  rtfuge  here.* 

5  Lord,  I  am  brought  exceed  ng  low, 

Now  Jet  thine  ear  attend, 
And  m.ke  my  foes,  who  vex  me,  know 
I've  an  almighty  friend. 

6  From  my  fad  prifon  fet  me  free, 

Then  thai!  I  praife  thy  name  ; 
And  holy  men  mall  jjin  with  me, 
Thy  kindnefs  to  proclaim  ! 

Psalm   143.     £L.  M.] 

1  "]\/TY  righteous judfe  mygraciousGod! 
JiS  JL  Hear  when  I  fpread  my  hands  abroad 
.nnd  cry  for  fucccur  from  thy  throne  ; 

O  nuke  thy  truth  and  mercy  known  ! 

2  Let  judgment  no:  againfl:  me  pafs  ; 
Behold  thy  iervant  pleads  thy  grace: 
Should  juftice  call  us  to  the  bar, 

Jnto  man  alive  is  guildtfs  there. 


PSALM  CXLIU,  M 

3  Look  down  in  pity?  Lord,  and  fee 
The  mighty  woes  that  burden  me  ; 
Down  to  the  dull  my  life  is  brought, 
Like  one  long  buryM  and  forgot* 

4  1  duel!  in  da'rknefsand  unfeen, 
My  heart  is  defolate  within  : 

My  thoughts  in  muling  filence  trace 
The  ancient  wonders  of  thy  grace. 
3   Thence  1  derive   a  gUrnpfe  of  hops 
To  bear  my  finking  fpirits  up  ; 
I  ftretch  my  hands  io  God  aoain, 
And  thirft  1  ke  parched   lands  for  raitf. 

6  Eot  thee  I  third,  I  pray,  I  mourn  ; 
When  wi'l  thy  foiling  face  return  ? 
Shall  all  my  joys  on  earth  remove* 
And  God  foi  ever  hide  his  love  ? 

*j   My  God,  thy  long  delay  to  fave 
Will  fmk  thy  pris'ner  to  the  grave  ;. 
My  heart  grows  faint,  and  dim    mine  eye  | 
M/ke  hade  to  help  before  I  die. 

&  The  night  is  witnefs  to  my  tears, 
D  ilreffing  pains,  diftrefling  fears  $ 
O  might  1  heat  thy  morning  voice, 
How  would  my  weary *d  pow'rs  rejoice  I 

g  In  thee  I  truft,  to  thee  I  fyh, 
And  lift  my  heivy  fou'  on  high  ; 
For  thee  fit  waiting  all  the  day, 
And  wear  the  tir;fcme  heurs  away. 

10   Break  off  my  fetters,  Lord,  and  (how 
Which  is  the  path  nay  feet  fhoald  go  ; 


3i6 


PSALM  CXLIV. 


If  fnares  and  foes  befet  the  road,1 
I  fl^e  to   bids  me  near  my  God. 

1 1  Teach  me  to  do  thy  holy  will, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  heav'niy  hill  ; 
Let  the  good  Spirit  of  thy  love 
Corducl  me  to  thy  courts  above. 

12  Tien  (hall  my  foul  no  more  complain 
The  tempter  then  (hull  ra-ie  in  vain  ; 
-And  fliih,   that  was  my  foe  before, 
Shah  never  vex  my  iprrit  mere. 

Psalm  144.  Ver.  1,  2,    Part  1.     [CM. 

1  "pOR  ever  blefled  be  the  Lord, 
_£j       My  fifvierand  my  hhicid  ; 
Hi  fends  his  Spirit  with  his  word, 

To  arm  me  lor  the  field. 

2  When  fin  and  hell  their  force  unite, 

He  makes   my  foul  his  care  ; 
Infiru&s  roe  to  the  heav'oly  fight, 
And  guards  me  through  the  war. 

3  A  friend  and  helper  fo  divine 

Does  my  weak  courage  raife  ; 
Lie  makes  the  glorious  vicVry  mine, 
And  his  (hall  be  the  praift. 

Psalm  144.    Ver.  3 — 6.   Part  2,    [C.  M,.J 

1    X     CRD,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man, 
J.  J       Bom  of  the  earth  at  full  ? 
1j.\s  life  a  fhadow,  !i^h:  and  v;»in, 
Still  haU'nin£  to  the  dull. 


PSALM  CXLIV.  3t7 

2  0  wbat  is  feeble  dying  man, 

Or  any  of  his  race, 
That  God  mould  make  it  his  concern 
To  vifit  him  with  grace  ! 

3  That  Go4>  who  darts  his  lightnings  down, 

Who  (hakes  the  worlds  above, 
And  mountains  tremble  at  his  frown, 
How  wond'rous  is  his  love  I 

Psalm  144  Ver.  (2 —  [5.  Part  3.  rL.  M.] 
i    fj  rt  PPV  the  city,  where  their  fons, 
JLjL    -Like  pillars  round  a  palace  fct9 
And    daughters,  bright  as  poiim'd  (tones, 
Give  (trength  and  beamy  to  the  (hue. 

2  Happy  the  country  where  the  (heep, 
Cattle,  and  corn,  have  large  increafe  5 
Where  men  fecurely  work  or  fleep, 
Nor  fons  of  plunder  break  their  peace, 

3  Happy  the  nauon  thus  endow'd  ; 
But  more  divinely  b'eft  are  thofe 
On  whom  the  ali-fufficient  God 
Himfelt  with  ail  his  grace  beftows. 

Psalm  144.     [L.   M.j 
I    TlyTY  God,  my  Kng.  thy  various  pralfe 
X\  A    Shall  hll  the  remnant  of  my  days  5 
Thy  grace  employ  my  bumble  'ongue, 
Till  death  and  wlory  rail,  the  fjng. 
3    The  wings  of  cVry  hour  mail  b  ar 
Some  tnankfwl  tribute  to  tfefee  e«r  \ 
A  a  2 


5iS  PSALM  CXLV, 

And  ev'ry  fetring  fun  Hiali  fee 
New  works  ol  du'y  done  for  thee. 

3  Thy  truth  and  juflice  I'll  proclaim  ; 
Thv  boun-y  fl.ws,  an  enulets  dream, 
Thy  mercy  fwift,  t  ine  anger  flow* 
But  dreadful  to  the  ftubborn  foe. 

4  Thy  works  wiih  fovVeign  glory  fiiine, 
And  fpe;-:k  thy  jpaje&y  divine  ; 

jLet  ev'ry  fealm  w:tr  j.;y  proclaim 
The  found  and  honor  of  thy  name. 

5  Le'  distant  times  and  nations  raife 
T>'  e  long  fucc<.ilion  of  thy  pfra'ije  ; 
And  unborn   agesrrake  my  fong 
T'  e  joy  and  hbor  of  their  tongue. 

6  But  who   can  f;  eak  thy  wond'rcus  deeds  I 
Thy  great n  fs  all  our  thoughts  exceeds  ; 
Vaft  and  unfearchable  thy  ways  ! 

Vaft  and  immortal  be  thy  praife  ! 

FrA.lm  145.     Ver.   1^-7,  11  — 13.    Parti, 
[CM.] 

1  T     ONG  as  I  !ive  V\   biefs  thy  nan>s 

Jl j       My  kinp,  my  God  of  love  i 

Iviy  work  and  joy  (hall   be  the  fame 

In  the  bright  world  above. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord,  his  puv'r  unknown, 

And  let  1  is  praife  be  great  : 
j Ml  ling  the  honors  of  thy  throne, 
1 .  y  works  «  f  grace  Repeat. 

3  Thy  ^r?.ce  fnall  dwell  upon  my  tongue  J 

And  while  my  lips  rejoice, 


FSALM  CXLV.  $J§ 

The  ir.?n  that  bear  my  facred  fang 
Shall  pvn  their  cheerful  voice. 
«    Fathers  to  fans  (hull  t^ach  thy  name, 
Aaii  children  teat*  thy  ways  ; 
£ g.: «  to  cowrie  thy  truth  proclaim*    :    - 
And  nations  hund  nf  praife. 
c  Thy  glciious  deeds  of  afteieot  date"    ^ 
ShaFJ  thro'  the  world  be  known  ; 
Thine  arm  cfpow'r,  thy  he^f'tily  ftai^- 
With  nub  ic  fplendor  fhone.  *> 

6  The  word  is  manag'd  by  thy  handsr 
Thy  fain  s    ar^  rui'd  by  love  ; 
And  thine  eternal  kingdom  {lands, 
Tho'  rocks  and  hills  remove. 

Ps*lm  145.  Ver.  7,fcc.  Part*    [C.  M.J 

i    Q  WEET  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  gtace> 
O      My  God,  my  heav'nly  king  I 
Let  age  to  a je  thy  r^hteoufnefs 
In  founds  of  glory  fing. 
2   God  reigns  on  high,  but  not  confines 
His  gOQctaefs  to  the  ikes  ; 
Tbro'  the  whole,  earth  his  bounty  PriiaeSj 
And  ev'ry  want  (uppiies.. 
5  With  longing  cyts  thy  creatures  wait 
On  thee  for  dai'y  food  ; 
Tby  liberal  hand  provides  their  meat,, 
and  riUs  their  mouth  w!th  good, 
A.  How  k  nd  are  thy  compaiTions,  Lord  I 
XIq;w  to  ihiae.aDg.er  ruovssi 


3*e  PSALM  CXLV. 

But  foon  he  fends  his  pard'ning  word, 
To  cheer  the  fouls  he  loves. 
5   Creatures,  with  ail  their  endlefs  race, 
T  y  pow'r  and  prajfe  proclaim  : 
But  fants,  that   tafte  thy  richer  grace, 
Delight  to  bltfs  thy  name. 

Psalm  145.     Ver.  14,  17,  &c.     Part  3. 

L  [C  M  j 

T"[*     ET  ev'ty  tonpue  thy  goodnef;  fpeak, 
JL  a      Thou  fov'reign  Lord  of  all: 
Thy  ftrenvth'ring  hands  uphold  the  weak* 
And  raife  the  poor  that  fall. 

2  When   forrows  bow  the  fpirit  down, 

Or  virtue  lies  diflreft 
Beneath  fome  pr^ud  opprefljr's  frown, 
Thoo  giv3ft  'he  mourners  reft. 

3  The  Lord  fupports  our  tort'riog  days, 

And  guides  our  giddy  youth  : 
Holy  and  jj(t  are  all  his   ways, 
And  all  his  words  are  truth. 

4  He  knows  the  pain  his  fe>  vants  feel, 

He  hears  his  children  cry, 
And  their  beft  wifhes  to  fulfil, 
His  grace  is  ever  nigh. 

5  His  mercy  never  (hall  remove 

From  men  of  heart  fincere  ; 
He  faves  the  fouls  whofe  humble  lore 
Is  join3d  wi  h  holy  fear 
$   [Hia  flubborn  foes  his  fword  mall  fhy, 
And  pierce  their  hearts  with  pain  s 


PSALM  CXLVI.  321 

But  rone  that  fa«e  the  Lord  (ball  fay, 
4  They  fought  ms  aid  in  vain.'] 
7    [My  Mrs  Oval]  dwell  upon  h  s  praife, 
r>  nd  fpread  his  fame  shrewd  : 

Let  all  the  fons  of  Adam  raife 
The  honors  of  their  God.  3 

Psalm  145.      [L.  M.] 

RAISE  ye  the  Lord:  my  heart  Ml 

Kow,  while  the  flefh  is  mine  ab« 
And  when  my  foul  afcends  to  Go .:.. 

2  Praife  'hali  employ  my  nohieft  powers 
V-  '.iit  immoitd'i  y  endures  : 

Jvjy  days  of  r,ra:fe  fhull  ne'er  be  pall, 
lie  life   and  thought  and  being  lad. 

3  Why  fhculd  I  m  fe   a  man  my  truft  ? 
Princes  mult  die  and  turn  to  duft  ; 
Their  breath  departs,  their  gomp  and  pow'r, 
And  thoughts  all  vanifh  in  an  hour. 

4  Flippy  the  man    wi.ofe  hopes  rely 
On  Hr'el  s  God  :    he  made  tKe  iky, 
And  earth,  and  leas,  with  a!i  their,  train  J 
And  none  trull  find  his  prornife  vain.. 

5  His  truth  for  ever  liands  fecure  : 

'  He  fa?es  th'  oppreit,  he  feeds  ire  poor, 
He  ien.Js  the  Jab'ring  conscience,  peace, 
And  grams  the  prisoner  fweet  releafe. 

6  The  Lord  hath  tyes  to  give  the  b:ind  5 
The  Lord  fupports  the  Ticking  mind  j 


322  PSALM  CXLVr. 

s 
He  helps  the  ftranoers  io  difrrefs, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherkfs. 
7   He  loves  his  faints,  he  knows  them  well* 
But  rums  the  -wicked  down  to  heii  ; 
Thy  God,  O  Z*.on  ever  reigns  j 
Praife  hyn  i;>  everlalhng  (trains. 

Psalm  146,     As  the  113^  Pf<lm. 

I    T  'LL  praife  my   maker  with  my  btfath  i 

JL    And  when  my  voice  ;s  lott  in  death, 

Pra  fe  (hall  emp'oy  my  nobler  pow'rs  ', 
My  days  of  praife  (hall    ne'er  be  pa(i 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  bein^  lad, 

Or  immortality  endures. 
1  Why  mould  I  make  a  man  my  truft  \ 
Princes  mult  die  and  tunc  to  dull  : 

Vain  is  the  help  of  fl.fh  and  blood  ; 
Their  breat'i  depar  s,t:  eir  pomp  and  pow'rr 
And  thoughts  all  vanilh  in  an  hour  ; 

Nor  can   they  make  th?ir  promlfe  good. 

3  Happy  the  r^an  whcfe  hopes  rely 
On  lfr'el's  God  :   he  made  the  fky, 

And  ear  n,  and  feas,  with  ail  their  train  j>. 
His  truth  for  ever  (lands  fLcure  : 
He  faves  th'  opprefl,  he  feeds  the  poor  ; 

And  none  (h.ll  find  his  promiie  vain. 

4  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  j;i.vethe  blind  ; 
The  Lord  (imports  the  {>r.king  mind  ; 

He  fends  the  lab"rir  g  confeience  peace  i 
He  he' us  the  (hanger  in  dittreis, 


PSALM  CXLVIL  323 

The  widow  and  the  fatherl^fs  ; 

And  grants  the  pris'ner  fweet  releafe. 

5  He  loves  his  faints,  he  knows  them  well, 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell  : 

Thy  God,  O  Z;on,  ever  reigns  ;! 
Let  ev?ry  tongue,  let  ev'ry  age, 
In  this  exalted  work  engage  ; 

Praife  him  in  everhfring  (trains. 

6  I'll  praife  him  while  he  iends  me  breath  g 
And  when  my  voice    is  loft  in  death, 

Praife  (hall  en.p!oy  my  nofc!er  pow'rss 
My  days  of  praife  (hall  ne'er  be  paft, 
Wliile  life,  and  thought,  and  being  laft, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

Psalm  147.    Part  1.     [L  M.] 

J    "F)  RAISE  ye  the  Lord;  'tis  good  to  raife 
JL       Our  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praife j 
His  nature  and  his  works  invite 
To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 

2  The  Lord  builds  up  Jerufalem, 
And  gathers  nations  to  his  name  5 
His  mercy  melts  the  (iubborn  foul, 
And  makes  the  broken  fpirit  whole. 

3  HeformM  the  (lars,  thofe  heav'nly  ihmes| 
He  counts  their  numbers,  calls  their  names, 
His  vvifdom'^  vaft,  and  knows  no  bound, 

•  A  deep  where  alt  our   tho'ts  are  drown\J0 
f.  Great  is  our  Lord,  and  great  his  might  j 
And  alJ  his  glories  inSaite  jS 


324  PSALM  CXLVII. 

He  crowns  the  meek,  rewards  the  juft, 
And  treads  the  wicked  to  the  duih 

PAUSE. 

5  Sing  to.  the  Lord,  exalt  him  high, 
Who  fpreacs  his  ctetods  all  round  the  fky 
There  1  e  prepares  the  fruitful  rain, 
Nor  le-s  the  drops  defcend  in  vain.' 

C  He  makes  the  grafs  the  hills  adorn, 

And  c'o'hes  tbe  fibrfing  fields  wifh  corn  : 
The  be:dts  wkh  food  his  hands  fupply, 
And  the  young  ravens  when  they  cry. 

7  What  is  the  creature's  (kill  or  force  ? 
The  fprightly  rr.an,  the  warlike  horfe, 
The  nimble  wit,  the  active  limb  ? 
All  arc  .oo  mean  delight's  Tor  him. 

S   But  i^ints  are  lovely  in  his  fi ,;ht  ; 
He  views  his  children  with  delight  : 
Ke  fees  their  hope,  he  knows  their  fear, 
And  looks  and  loves  his  image  there. 

Fsalm  147.     Part  2.      [L.  M.] 

Summer  and  winter. 

1  T*     ET  Z-.on  praife  the  mighty  God, 
JLi  A  rid  make  his  honors  known  abroad  ; 
For  fweet  the  joy  our  fon^s   to  raife, 
And  $ Jorirus  is  the  work  of  praife. 

2  Our  c!  :!dren  live  fecure  and  blels'd, 

"  Our  fncres  have  pence,  cur  cities  reit; 
He  feeds  our  fons  with  fineit  wheat, 
And  adds  his  bkfiings  to  their  meat. 


PSALM  CXLVIL  $i$ 

3  The  changing  feafons  he  ordains, 
The  early  and  the  later  rains  : 

His  flakes  offnow  like  wool  he  fends, 
And  thus  the  fpringing  corn  defends, 

4  With  hoarv  froft  he  (trews  the  ground  ; 
His  hail  defcends  with  dreadful  found  : 
His  icy  bands  the  rivers  hold, 

And  terror  arras  his  wintry  cold. 

5  He  bids  the  warmer  breezes  blow  ; 
The  ice  difTolves,  the  waters  flow  : 
But  he  hath  nobler  works  and  ways 
To  call  his  people  to  his  praiie. 

6  Through  all  our  States  his  laws  are  mown  ; 
His  gofpel  through  the  nations  known  ; 
He  hath  not  thus  reveal'd  his  word 

To  ev'ry  land — -Praife  ye  the  Lord. 

Psalm  147.     7—9,  13  —  18.     [C.  M.] 

1  X  7TT  I  TH  fongs  and  honors  founding  loud 

VV        Addrefs  the  Lord  on  high  ; 
Over  the  heav'ns  he  fpreads  his  cloud, 
And  waters  veil  the  fky. 

2  He  fends  his  lliow'rs  of  blefliogs  down 

To  cheer  the  plains  below  : 
He  makes  the  grafs  tne  mountains  crown, 
And  corn  in  vallies  grow. 

3  He  gives  the  grazing  ox  his  meat  ; 

He  hears  the  ravens  cry  ; 
But  man  who  taftes  his  fineft  wfceat, 
Should  raife  his  honors  high". 
Bb 


326  PSALM  CXLVItl. 

4  His  (teady  counTels  change  the  face 

Of  the  declining  year  ; 
He  bids  the  fun  cut  fhort  his  race, ' 
And  winny  days  appear.  ' 

5  His  hoary  fro(t>  his  fleecy  fnow, 

Delcend  and  clothe  the  ground  ; 
The  liquid  (beams  forbear  to  flow, 
In  icy  fetters  bound, 

6  When  from  his  dreadful  (lores  on  high 

He  pours  his  rattling  hail, 
The  wretch  that  dares  his  God  defy 
Shall  find  his  courage  fail. 

7  He  fends  his  word  and  melts  the  fnow, 

The  fields  no  longer  mourn  : 

He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow, 

And  bi^s  the  fpring  return. 

8  Tfce  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud, 

Obey  his  r.  ighty  word  : 
With  fongs  and  honors  founding  loud, 
Prasfr.  ye  the  fov'reign  Lord. 

Psalm  148.      Proper  Metre. 

JTfL  tribts  of  Adam  join 

With  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  fcas, 
And  offer  notes  divine 
To  your  Creator's  praife. 

Ye  holy  throng 

O:  angtls  bright, 

In  worlds  ot  light, 

Begin  the  fong. 


Y 


PSALM  CXLVIII.  327 

2  Thou  fun  with  dazzling  rays, 
And  moon  that  rules  the  night, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praile, 
With  ftars  of  twinkling  light. 

His  pow'r  declare, 
Ye  floods  on  high, 
And  clouds  that  fly 
In  empty  air. 

3  The  mining  worlds  above 
In  glorious  order  fraud, 
Or  in.  fwift  ccurfis  move 
By  his  fupreme  command. 

He  {pake  the  word, 
A  nd  all  their  frame 
From  nothing  came 
To  praifl-  the  Lord. 

4  He  mo?'d  their  mighty  wheels 
In  unknown  ages  paft, 

And  each  his  word  fulfils 
While  time  and  nature  lad. 

In  difP rent  ways 

His  works  proclaim 

His  wond'rous  name, 

And  fpeak  his  praife. 

PAUSE. 

5  Let  all  the  earth-born  race, 
And  monflers  of  the  deep, 
The  6m  that  cleave  the  feas, 
Or  in  their  bofom  fleep  j 


328  PSALM  CXLVI1L 

From  fea  and  /here 
Their  tribute  pay, 
And  ftilldifplay 
Their  Maker's  pow'r. 

6  Ye  vapours,  hail,  and  fnowj 
Praife  ye  th'  almighty  Lord, 
And  ftormy  winds  that  blow, 
To  execute  his  v/ord. 

When  lightnings  fhine, 
Or  thunders  roar, 
Let  earth  adore 
His  hand  divine, 

7  Ye  mountains  near  the  flues, 
With  lofty  cedars  there. 
And  trees  of  humbler  fize, 
That  fruit  in  plenty  bear  ; 

Beafts,  wild  and  tame, 

Brdu,  flies,  and  worms, 

In  various  forms, 

Exalt  his  name. 
$       Ye  kings,   and  judges,  fear 

The  Lord,  the  fov'reign  King  ; 
And  while  you  rule  us  here, 
His  heav'nly  honors  fing  : 

Nor  let  the  dream 

Of  pow'r  and  (late 

Make  you  forget 

His  povvTr  fupreme. 
9        Virgins,  and  youths,  engage 
To  icund  his  rraife  divine, 


PSALM  CXI.VllI.  r-9 

While  infancy  and  age 
Their  feebler  voices  join, 

Wide  as  he  reigns 

His  name  be  fung, 

By  er'ry  tongue, 

la  endlefs  (trains^ 
to     Let  all  the  nations  fear 
The  God  that  ruies  above  ; 
He  brings  his  people  near, 
And  makes  them  tafte  his  love. 

While  earth  and  &y 

Attempt  his  praife, 

His  faints  (hail  raife 

His  honors  high. 

Psalm  r4g.     Paraphrafed.     [L   M.] 
I    T     OUD  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord, 

1  i  From  diltant  worlds  where  creatures 

dwell  ; 
Let  heav'n  bsgin  th;  folemn  word, 
And  found  it  dreadful  down  to  hell. 

Note.  This  pf aim  may  be  fung  to  the  tune  of 
the  old  i  i2th  or  izjih  pfalm,  by  adding 
theft  tivo  lines  to  every  Jlanza,  namely, 

Each  of  his  works  his  name  difplays, 
But  they  can  ne'er  fulfil  the  praife. 

Olhsrypi/e  it  mu'fl  be  fung  to  the  nfual  tunes  of 

the  Loo?  Metre, 

B  b    2 


33o  PSALM  CXLV 111. 

2  The  Lord  !   Jiow  abfolute  he  reigns  ! 
Let  ev'ry  angel  bend  the  knee  ; 
Sing  of  his  love  in  heav'nly  (trains, 
And  freak  how  fierce  bis  terrors  be. 

3  High  en  a  throne  his  glories  dwell, 
An  awful  throne  cf  fliining  blifs  ! 
Fly  thiou^h  the  worlds  O  fun,  and  tell 
How  dark  thy  beams  compared  to  his, 

4  Awake,  ye  tempers,  and  his  fame 
In  founds  of  dreadful  praile  declare  ; 
And  thefweet  whifper  of  his  name 
Fill  ev'ry  gentler  breeze  of  air. 

5  Let  clouds,  and  winds,  and  waves  agree, 
To  join  their  praife  with  blazing  fire  j 
Let  the  firm  earth,  and  rolling  fea, 

In  this  eternal  fong  confpire. 

6  Ye  flow'ry  plains  proclaim  his  Hull  ; 
Valiies   lie  low  before  his  eye  ; 
And  ltt  his  praife  from  ev'ry  hill 
Rife  tuneful  to  the  neighboring  fky. 

7  Ye  flubborn  oaks,  and  ftately  pines, 
Bend  your  high  branches  and  adore  : 
Praife  him,  ye  beafts,  in  difT'ren'  (trains, 
Th*  lamb  muft  bleat,  the  lion  roar. 

8  Birds,  ye  mud  make  his  praife  your  theme, 
Nature  demands  a  fong  from  you  ; 
While  the  dumb  fifh  that  cut  the  dream, 
Leap  up,  and  mean  his  praifes  too. 

9  Mortals,  can  you  refrain  your  tongue, 
When  nature  all  around  you  fings  ? 


PSALM  CXLVIIL  531. 

O  for  a  fhout  from  ojd  and  young, 
From  humble  fwains  and  lofty  kings  ! 

10  Wide  as  his  vaft  dominion  lies, 
Make  the  Creators  name  be  known  ; 
Loud  as  his  thunder  fhout  his  praife, 
And  found  it  lofty  as  his  throne. 

11  Jehovah  !  'tis  a  glorious  word  I 
O  may  it  dwell  on  ev'ry  tongue  ! 

But  faints,  who  beft  have  known  the  Lord? 
Are  bound  to  raife  the  nobleft  fong. 

1 2  Speak  of  the  wonders  of  that  love 
Which  Gabriel  plays 00  ev'ry  chord  1 
From  all  below,  and  all  above, 
Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord  ! 

Psalm   148.     [S.  M.jj 

l    "        ET  ev'ry  creature  join 

I  j      To  praife  th'  eternal  God  $ 
Ye  heav'nly  fcofts  the  fong  begin, 
And  found  his  name  abroad. 
3  Thou  fun  with  golden  beams, 
And  moon  with  paler  rays, 
Ye  (tarry  lights,  ye  twinkling  flames* 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praife. 

3  He  built  thofe  worlds  above, 

And  hVd  their  wond'rous  frame  ; 
By  his  command  they  (land  or  move, 
And  ever  fpeak  his  name. 

4  Ye  vapours,  when  ye  rife, 

Or  fall  in  fhow'rs,  or  fnow, 


332  PSALM  CXLVIII. 

Ye  thunders  murm'ring  round  the  fk:es, 
His  pow'r  and  glory  (how. 

5  Wind,  hail,  and  flafhing  fire, 

Agree  to  praife  the  Lord, 
When  ye  in  dreadful  florms  confpire 
To  execute  his  word. 

6  By  all  his  works  above 

His  honors  be  expreft  ; 
But  faints  that  tafte  his  faving  love, 
Should  fiog  his  praifes  bed. 

PA.USE    I. 

7  Let  earth  and  ocean  know 

They  owe  their  Maker  praife  ; 
Praife  him,  ye  wat'ry  worlds  below, 
And  mongers  of  the  feas. 

8  From  mounta;ns  near  the  fky 

Let  his  high  praife  refound, 
From  humble  (Virubs  ana  cedars  high, 
And  vales  and  fl-lds  around. 

9  Ye  lions  of  tire  wood, 

And  tamer  beafts  that  graze, 
Ye  live  upon  his  daily  food, 
And  he  expects  your  praife. 
io  Ye  birds  oflofy  wing, 

On  high  his  praifes  bear  $ 
Or  fit  on  flow'ry  boughs,  and  fin.g 
Ycur  Maker's  jjlcry  there. 
II   Ye  creeping  ants  and  worms, 
His  various  wifdom  (how, 


PSALM  CXLIX.  355 

And  flies  in  all  your  mining  fwarms, 
Pfaife  him  that  drefs'd  you  fo. 

12  By  all  the  earth  born  race 
■    His  honors  beexpreft  ; 

But  faints  that  know  his  heav'nly  grace, 
Should  learn  to  praife  him  bed. 

PAUSE    2. 

13  Mocarchs  of  wide  command, 

Praife  ye  trV  eternal  King  ; 
Judges,  adore  that  fov'reign  hand, 
Whence  all  your  honors  fpring. 

14  Let  vig'rous  youth  engage 

To  found  his  praiies  high  ; 
While  growing  babes,  and  with'ring  age, 
Their  feeble  voices  try. 

15  United  zeal  be  fhown 

His  wond'rous  fame  to  raife  ; 
God  is  the  Lord  :  his  name  alone 
Deferves  our  endlefs  praife. 

16  Let  nature  join  with  art, 

And  all  pronounce  him  bleff.  : 
But  faints  that  dwell  fo  near  his  heart, 
Shculd  fing  his  praifes  beft. 

Psalm  149.     [C.  M.] 

1  A    LL  ye  that  love  the  Lord  rejoice, 
„/~\.     And  let  your  fongs  be  new  ;. 
Amidft  the  church  with  cheerful  voice 

His  later  wonders  (hew. 

2  The  Jews,  the  people  of  hi  s  grace, 

Shall  their  Redeemer  (ing  : 


334  PSALM  CL. 

And  Gentile  nations  join  the  praife, 
While  Zion  owns  her  King. 

3  The  Lord  takes  pleafure  in  the  juft, 

Whom  dinners  treat  with  fcorn  ; 
The  meek  that  lie  defpisM  in  du(t, 
Salvation  mail  adorn. 

4  Saints  (hall  be  joyful  in  their  King, 

Ev'n  on  a  dying  bed  : 
And  like  the  fouls  in  glory  fing, 
For  God  mall   raife  the  dead. 

5  Then  his  high  praife  (hall  fill  their  tongues, 

Their  hands  (hall  wield  the  fword  : 
And  vengeance  mail  attend  their  fongs, 
The  ven.qear.ee  ©f  the  Lord. 

6  When  Chrift  the  judgment  feat  afcends, 

And  bids  the  world  appear, 
Thron?s  are  prepar'd  for  all  his  friends, 
Who  humbly  lov'd  Kim  here. 

7  Then  fhall  they  rule  with  iron  rod 

Nations  that  dar'd  rebel  ; 
And  join  the  fentence  of  their  God 
On  tyrants  doom'd  to  hell 

8  The  royal  linners  bound  in  chains 

New  trumphs  (hall  afford  ; 

Such  honor  for  the  faints  remains  ; 

Praife  ye  and  love  the  Lord. 

Psalm  150.    Ver.  1,2,6.     [C.  M] 

1  TN  God's  own  houfe  pronounce  his  praife, 
X      His  grges  he  there  reveals  ; 


THE   CHRISTIAN  DOXOLOGY.         J35 

Toheav'n  your  joy  and  wonder  raife, 

For  there  bis  glory  dwells. 
Let  all  your  facred  paflions  move, 

While  you  rehearf:  his  deeds  ; 
But  the  great  work  of  faving  love 

Your  highefr  praife  exceeds. 
All  that  have  motion,  life,  and  breath, 

Proclaim  your  Maker  bleft ; 
Yet  when  my  voice  expires  in  death, 

My  foul  mail  praife  him  heft. 


THE 

CHRISTIAN  DOXOLOGY. 

Long  Metre. 

TO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honor,  praife,  and  glory  giv'n 
By  ail  on  earth  and  all  in  beav'n. 
Common  Metre. 

LET  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  be  adored, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 
Or  faints  that  love  the  Lord. 
Common  Metre. 
Where  the  tune  includes  twojianzas. 
rT^HE  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd, 
A       Who  calls  our  fouls  from  death  ; 


3$6  THE  CHRISTIAN  DOXOLOGY. 

Who  faves  by  his  redeeming  Word, 

And  new-creating  Breath. 
To  praife  the  Father  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  all  divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 

Let  faints  and  angeis  join. 

Short  Metre. 

YE  angels  round   the   throne, 
And  faints  that  dwell  below, 
Worfhip  the  Father,  praife  the  Son, 
And  blefs  the  Spirit  too. 

As  the  113th  Pfalrn. 

NOW  to  the  great  and  facred  Three, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 
Eternal  praife  and  glory  giv'n, 
Thro*  all  the  worlds  where  God  is  known, 
By  all  the   angels  near  the  throne, 
And  all  the  faints  in  earth  and  heav'n. 

As  the  148th  Pfalrn. 
ripO  God  the   Fathers  throne, 

1       Perpetual  honors  raife  j 
Glory  to  God  the  Son  ; 
To  God  the  Spirit  praife: 
Whh  all  our  pow'rs, 
Eternal  King, 
Thy  name  we  ling, 
While  laith  adores. 


TABLE, 

TO   FIND  ANY   PSALM   BY    THE   FIRST   LINE. 

— E»632fcC-- 

Almighty  ruler  of  the  Ikies  Page  \g 
All  ye  that  love  the  Lord  rejoice°  333 
Amidft  thy  wrath  remember  love  ....  86 
Among  ths  affeniblies  of  the  great  .  .  -  174 
Among  the  princes,  earthly  gods  .  .  .    182 

And  will  the  God  of  grace 175 

Are  all  the  foes  of  Zion  fools 122 

Arefinneis  now  fo  fenfelefs  grown  .  .  .  29 
A  rife  my  gracious  God  .  .  .  .  .35 
Awake,  ye  faints,  to  praife  vour  King,  .  299 
TD  EHQLD  the  lofty  &y  .  .  .  ^ 
±3  Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne,  .  213 
Bet  old  the  love,  the  genVous  love  ...    78 

Behold  the  morning  fun a. 

Behold  the  fure  foundation- (lone  .  .  ."  256 
Behold  thy  waiting  fervant,  Lord  ...  268 
Biefs,  O  ray  foul,  the  living  God  ...  219 
Bieft  ss  the  man  who  (buns  the  place  .  .  .  a 
Blelt  are  the  Ions  of  peace  ....  296 
Bltlt  are  the  fouls  that  hear  and  know  i8<S 
Bieft  are  the  undeHl'd  in  heart  ....  260 
Bielt  is  the  man,  for  ever  bled  ...  69 
Bieft  is  the  man  whofe  bowels  move  ...  9? 
ileitis  the  nation  where  the  Lord  .  .  .  '  *J 
Cc  '"! 


33§  A    TABLE    TO 

COME  fcund  his  craife  abroad  .  .  204 
Ccnfidcr  all  my  forrows  Lord  .  272 
Children  in  years  and  knowledge  young  .  74 
Come,  children,  1-arn  to  f:ar  the  Lord  .  76 
Come,  let  cur  voices  j  in  to  raife       .  205 

DAVIDrejoic'd  in  God  his  ftrength  49 
Deep  in  our  hearts  let  us  record  J  50 
EARLY,  my  God,  without  delay  13c 
Exalt  the  Lord  our  God  .  .  212 
17*  AR  as  thy  name  is  known  *  .  104 
.  Father,  I  blefs  thy  gentle  hand  .  276 
Father,  I  fmg  thy  uond'rous  grace  .  .149 
Firm  and  unmov'd  are  they  .  .  .  285 
Firm  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright  64 
Fools  in  their  hearts  believe  and  fay  .  .  29 
For  ever  blefied  be  the  Lord  .  .  .  316 
For  ever  fna'i  my  fong  record  .  .  .184 
From  age  to  age  exalt  his  name  .  .  234 
Frcm  a'i  that  dwell  below  the  fkies  .  .  254 
Prom  deep  didiefs  and  troubled  tho'ts     292 

GIVE  thanks  to  God  molt  high  .  .  $01 
Give  to  cur  God  immortal  praife  304 
Give  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name  229 
Give  thanks  to  God;  he  reigns  above  233 
Give  thanks  to  God,  the  (ov'reign  Lord,  300 
Give  to  the  Lord,  ye  Tons  offami  .  .  63 
God  in  his  earthly  temples  lays  .  .183 
Gcd  is  the  refuge  of  his  hints  .  -  .  100 
God,  my  fu;  porter  and  my  hope  .  .  158 
God   0:  eternal  love 232 


FIND    ANY    PSALM.  33$ 

God  of  my  childhood  and  my  youth  .  154 
God  of  my  life,  look  gently  down  -  »  89 
God  of  mv  mercy  and  my  praife  .  .  239 
Good  is  the  Lord',  ill;  heav'nly  King  .  140 
Great  God  attend*,  while  Zion  lings  .  177 
Greaf  God,  how  oft  did  Ifra-1  prove  .  tji 
Great  God,  indulge  njy  humble  claim  .  133 
Great  God,  the  '^eav'r.s'  well  ordered  frarrje  45 
G*eat  God,  vhufe  ur>i\feffal  fway  .  .  155 
Great  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high  .  .  .  298 
Great  is  the  Lord,  bis  works  of  might  .  243 
Great  is  the  Lord  our  God  .  .  .  103 
Great  fliephcrd  of  thine  Ifrael  .  ,  .  172 
APrYthe  man  whofe  cautious  feet  5 
Happy  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord  246 
Had  not  the  Lord  may,  Ifr'el  fay  .  .283 
Happy  the  city  wnere  their  Ions  .  .  317 
Happy  the  man  to  whom  his  God  .  .  68 
Hear  roe,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face  .  .  216 
Hear  what  the  Lord  in  viGon  laid  .  .  .  187 
Help,  Lord,  for  men  cf  virtue  fail  .  .26 
He  reigns,  the  Lord,  the  Savior  reigns  208 
He  that  hath  made  his  refuge  God  .  .  1*95 
High  in  the  heav'ns,  eternal  God  ...  79 
How  awful  is  thy  chaining  rod  .  .  J67 
How  did  mv  heart  rejoice  to  hear  ...  281 
How  faft  their  guilt  and  forrows  rife  .  .  32 
Hew  long,  O  Loid  mall  I  complain  .  .  27 
How  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  .  .  28 
How  pkaiaiUj  how  divinely  fair     .     .     176 


34°  A    TABLE    TO 

Hew  pleafant  'tis  to  fee      .     ...     29$ 

How  pleas'd  and  bleft  was  I  •  •  .  282 
How  fha!l  the  young  fecure  their  hearts      262 

IF  God  fucceed  not,  all  the  coft  .    ..   287 
If  God  to  build  the  houfe  deny    .  .  288 

1  lift  my  foul  to  God 58 

T'll  b'efs  the  Lord  from  day  today  ...  75 
I'll  praife  my  Maker  with  my  breath  .  .  322 
I'ilfpcak  the  honors  of  my  King  ...  98 
J  love  the  Lord  :  he  heard  my  cries  .  252 
In  all  my  vaft  concerns  with  ttee  ...  310 
In  anger,  Lord,  rebuke  me  not  ...  14 
In  God's  own  houfe  pronounce  his  praife  334. 
In  Judah  God  of  old  was  known  .  .  164 
Into  thine  hand,  O  God  of  truth  .  .  65 
I  fet  the  Lord  before  my  face  .  .  .34. 
Is  there  ambition  in  my  heart  .  •  .  292 
It  is  the  Lord  our  Savior's  hand  .  .  219 
I  waited  patient  for  the  Lord  *  .  .90 
Iwii!  extol  the  Lord  on  high       ...      64 

JEHOVAH  reigns  :  he  dwells  in  light  (99 
Jefus,  our  Lord,  afcend  thy  throne  242 
Jefus  mall  reign  where'er  the  fun  .  .  156 
Joy  to  the  worldj  the  Lord  is  cone  .  .211 
Judge  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways  60 
Judges  who  rule  the  world  bylaws  .  .  128 
Jufi  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word  .     .   39 

LET  ail  the  earth  their  voices  raife    207 
Let  all   the  heathen  writers  jjtn   .   266 
Let  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds  .    .   16S 


find  Any   psalm,  341 

Let  ev'ry  creature  join 331 

Let  ev'ry  tongue  thy  gcodnefs  fpeak  .  .  320 
Let  God  ariie  in  al!  his  might  .  .  .  143 
Let  tinners  take  their  ccurfe  .  .  .  T24 
Let  Zion  in  her  King  rejoice  .  .  .  lot 
Let  Z;on  and  her  fons  rejoice  .  .  .  218 
Let  Zion  pra-'fe  the  mighty  God  ,  .  .324 
Lo  !  what  a  glorious  corner  ftone  .  .  .  259 
Lo,  what  an  entertaining  fight  .  .  295 
Long  as  I  live  I'll  blefs  thy  name  .  .  3  [8 
Lord,  haft  thou  cad  the  nation  rfF  .  .  129 
Lord,  I  a'-n  thine,  hut  thou  wilt  prove  -  36 
Lord,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  tin  -  -  119 
Lord,  I  can  fuffrr  thy  rebukes  -  -  -  ij 
Lord,  1  efteem  thy  judgments  right  -  -  265 
Lord,  if  thine  eyes  farvey  our  faults  -  *  193 
Lord,  if  thou  do(l  not  foon  appear  -  -  25 
Lord,  I  have  made  tly  word  my  choice  266 
Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  rn.au  hear  •  12 
Lord*  I  will  blefs  thee  a!i  my  days  -  -  73 
Lord,  I  would  ipread  my  fore  diilrefs  -  1 2  i 
Lord  of  the  worlds  above  «  .  -  .  179 
Lord,  thou  halt  call'd  thy  grace  to  mind  1 R I 
Lord,  thou  haft  heard  thy  iervantcry  -  256 
Lord,  thou  had  fearch'd  and  F;en  me  thro'  306 
Lord,  thou  haft  ken  my  foul  fince re  -  .  38 
Lord,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray  -  -  1.2 
Lord,  'tis  a  pfeafant  thing  to  (land  -  .  199 
Lord,  v/e  have  heard  thy  works  of  old  -  95 
C  c  2 


342  A    TABLE    TO 

Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece  -  -  -  -  194. 
Lord,  what  a  thought!efs  wretch  was  I  159 
Lord,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man  -  -  316 
Lord,  what  was  man  when  made  at  firtt  20 
Lord,  when  I  ccunt  thy  mercies  o'er  -  -  313 
Lord,  when  thou  di  Jli  afcend  on  high  -  145 
Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord     -     -     -     329 

MKER  and  fov'reign  Lord  -  -  5 
Mercy  and  judgment  are  my  fong  214 
Mine  eyes  and  my  defire  -  -  -  -  j<J 
My  God,  accept  my  ear'y  vows  -  -  313 
My  God,  confder  my  difhefs  ...  270 
My  God,  how  many  are  my  fears  -  -  9 
My  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  fprings  -  127 
My  God,  my  everlasting  hope  -  -  -  152 
My  God,  my  K>ng,  thy  various  praife  317 
My  God,  permit  my  tongue  -  -  -  134 
My  God,  the  (teps  of  pious  men  -  .  •  85 
My  God,  what  inward  grief  I  feel  -  •  309 
My  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name  -  -  -  66 
My  never-ceafmg  fongs  (hall  (how  -  -  185 
My  refuge  is  the  God  of  love  -  -  -  24 
My  righteous  judge,  my  gracious  God  -  314 
My  Savior  and  my  King  •  •  -  -  97 
My  Savior,  my  almignty  friend  •  -  153 
My  fnephcrd  is  the  living  lord  -  -  -  53 
My  mepherd  will  fupply  my  need  -  -  54 
My  foul,  bow  lovely  is  the  place  -  -  17 ii 
My  foul  lies  cleaving  to  the  dud  -  -  274 
My  foul  repeat  his  praife     -    -     •     •     223 


FIND  ANY    PSALM.  343 

My  foul,  thy  great  Creator  praife  -  -  225 
My  fp  rit  looks  to  God  alone  -  -  -  130 
My  fpirit  finks  within  me,  lord  -  -  -  94 
My  trufl:  is  in  my  heav'nly  friend     -     -     15 

NO  fleep  nor  (lumber  to  his  eyes  -  294. 
Not  to  ourfelves,  who  are  but  duft  249 
Not  to  our  name0,  thou  only juft  and  true  251 
Now  be  my  heart  infpir'd  to  fing  -  -  99 
Now  from  the  roaring  lion's  rage  -  -  51 
Now  I'm  convinced  the  lord  is  kind  -  157 
Now  let  our  lips,  with  holy  fear  -  -  148 
Now  let  our  mournful  fongs  record  -  -  52 
Now  may  the  God  of  pow?r  and  grace  -  47 
Now  plead  my  caufe,  Almighty  God  -  77 
Now  mall  my  folemn  vows  be  paid     -     142 

OAll  ye  nations,  praife  the  lord  -  254 
O  bleffcd  fouls  are  they     -     -     -     67 

O  blefs  ihe  lord,  my  foul      222 

OfjufHce  and  of  grace  I  fing  -  -  215 
O  for  a  fhout  of  facred  joy  -  -  102 
O  God,  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries  -  123 
O  God  of  grace  and  righteoufnefs  -  11 
O  God  of  mercy,  hear  my  call  *  -  122 
O  God,  to  whom  revenge  belongs  -  202 
O  rappy  man,  whofe  foul  is  fill'd  -  -  288 
O  happy  nation,  where  the  lord  -  -  72 
O  how  1  love  thy  holy  law  -  -  264 
O  lord,  how  many  are  my  foes  -  .  10 
O  lord,  our  heav'nly  King  ...  17 
O  Lord,  our  God,  how  wond'rous  great    id 


344  A    TABLE    TO 

O  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways  .  269 
O  that  thy  statutes  ev'ry  hour  .  ♦  .  273 
O  thou  that  hear'ft  when  Tinners  cry  .  120 
O  thou  whofe  grace  and  juftice  reign  .  283 
O  thou  whofc  juftice  reigns  on  high  .  125 
Our  God.  our  help  in  ages  part  .  .  191 
Out  of  the  deeps  cf  long  dilbefs  .  .  290 
O  what  a  (tiff  rebellious  houfe     .      .      .169 

PR  A I S  E  ye  th  e  Lord ,  'tis  good  to  raife  323 
Praii'e  waits  in  Z^on,  Lord,  for  thee  138 
Prnifeyethe  Lord,  exalt  his  name  .  297 
Praif-  ye  the  Lord;  my  heart  (hall join  321 
Preferve  nie,  Lord,  in  time  of  need      .      32 

I^|  21  JO  ICE,  ye  righteous  in  the  Lord  70 
\.   Remember,  Lord,  our  mortal  (rate  189 
Return.  O  God  of  love,  return     .     .      194 

Si  LV  ATIONisfor  ever  nigh     >      182 
Save  me,  O  Lord,  from  ev'ry  foe    .    34 
Save  me,  O  God,  the  fvveUing  floods    .    146 

See  wha?  a  living  Hone 258 

Shcwpiy  Lord,  O  Lord  forgive  ,  .  I  18 
Shine-,  pfiighty  God,  on  Zion  mine  .  142 
Sing  a!!  ye  nations  to  the  Lord  ....  141 
Sm  to  f-.e  Lord  aloud  .  •  .  .  .  174. 
Sin  to  the  Lord,  Je:  ovaVs  name  .  .  .  203 
Sing  to  the  L- rd,  ye  diltant  lands  .  .  206 
Sonts  of  immortal  pra»f-  b  long  .  .  242 
Soon  as  1  heard  my  Father  fay  ...  62 
Sure  th^res-a  righteous  God  .     .      i6d 

Sweet  is  the  memVy  of  thy  grace     .     .    319 


£IN33    ANY    PSALM.  345 

Sweet  is  the  work  my  God,  my  King  .    198 

TEACH  me  the  meafure  of  my  days  88 
The  Almiihty  reigns,  exalted  high  209 
That  man  isbleft  who  (lands  in  awe  .  244 
The  eart*  for  ever  is  the  Lord's  .  .  §6 
The  God,  Jehovah,  reigns  .  .  .  .  212 
The  God  ofylory  fends  his  fummons  forth  1 14 
The  God  of  our  falvaticn  hears  .  .  136 
The  heav'ns  declare  thy  glory,  Lord  .  44 
Thee  will  I  love.  O  Lord,  my  ftrength  .  37 
The  King  of  faints,  how  fair  his  face  .  99 
The  King,  O  Lord,  with  fongs  of  praife  .  48 
The  Lord  appears  my  hefper  now  .  .  255 
The  Lord,  how  wond'rous  are  his  ways  221 
The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns  .  .  .  .  20T 
The  Lord  is  come,  the  heav'ns  proclaim  208 
The  Lord  my  fhepherd  is  .  .  .  •  $$ 
The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light  ...  61 
The  Lord  ofglory  reigns  he  reigns  on  high  20© 
The  Lord,  the  Judge,  befcrt  his  throne  .  T08 
The  Lord,-  the  judge,  his  churches  warns  1 1  o 
The  Lord,  tre  fov'reign  King  .  .  224 
The  Lord,  the  fov'reign,  tends   his  funi- 

mons  forth ill 

The  man  is  ever  bled  .....  4 
The  praife  of  Zion  waits  for  thee  .  .  135 
The  wonders,  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought  92 
Thipk,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man  .  189 
This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made  .  257 
This  fpacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's    .     57 


34^  A   TABLE    TO 

Thou  art  my  portion,  O  my  God     .     .  26c 

Thou  God  of  love,  thou  ever  b'ell     .  277 
Through  ev'ry  age,  sternal  God   .    .     .190 

Thrice  happy  man,  who  fears  the  Lord  245 

Thus  I  refolv'd    befat  the  Lord     .     .  87 

Thus  fai'h  the  Lord,  the  fpacious  fields  109 

Thus  faith  the  Lord,  your  work  is  vain  90 

Thus    the  eternal    Father  fpake     .      .  240 

Thus  the  great  Lord  of  earth  and  fea    .  24  1 

Try  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord     .  267 

Thy  name,  Almighty    lord      .      .      .  255 

Thy  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord      -    -  237 

Mjsby  thyitrength  the  mountains  fland  139 

To  Gcd  I  cry'd  with  mournful  voice  -  165 

To  heav'n  1  lirt  my  waiting  eyes     -     •  279 

To  God  the  great,  the  ever  hleft  -      -  232 

To  God  I  made  my  fonows  known     -  313 

To  our  Almighty  Maker,  God     -     -  210 

To  th-e,  before  the  dawning  light  -    -  261 

To  thine  almighty  arm  we  owe      -     -  -  41 

'Twas  for  thy  fa  >e,  eternal  God     -     •  151 

'Twas  frcm  thy  hand,  my  God,  I  came  308 

'Twas  in  the  watches   of  the  night     -  132 

UNSHAKEN  as  the  facred  hill     -  284 

Up  from  my  youth,  may  Ifr'el  fay  289 

Up  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes     -      -  278 

Upward  1  lift  mine  eyes     -     -       -     -  280 

Vain  man,  on  fool. (hpleafure  bent      •  235 

WE  iove  the?,  lord,  and  we  adore  40 

What  (hall  I  render  to  my  God  255 


FIND    ANY    PSALM.  347 

We  blefs  the  Lord,  the  juft,  the  good  .  145 
When  Chrift  to  judgment  (hall  defcend  -  109 
When  God  is  nigh  my  faith  is  ftrong  -  33 
When  God,  provok'd  with  daring  crimes  238 
"When  God  reftor'd  our  captive  fiate  -  286 
When  God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name  -286 
When  Ifr'el  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand  249 
When  Ifr'el  Cos,  the  lord  reproves  .  •  170 
When  I  with  pteafiog  wonder  ftand  -  311 
When  man  grows  bold  in  (in  -  -  -  81 
When  overwhelm'd  with  grief  •  -  130 
When  pain  and  angui/h  feize  me,  lord  -  275 
When  the  great  Judge,  fupreme  and  juft  21 
Where  fhall  the  man  be  found  -  -  -  59 
Where  mail  we  go  to  feek  and  find  -  -  293 
While  1  keep  filence  and  conceal  -  -  69 
While  men  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways  -  80 
Who  fhall  alceod  thy  heav'nly  place  -  31 
Who  mail  inhabit  in  thy  hill  -  -  -  .  30 
Who  will  arife  and  plead  my  right  -  -  203 
Why  did  the  Jews  proclaim  their  rage  -  8 
Why  did  the  nations  join  to  flay  -  .  7 
Why  do  the  proud  infult  the  poor  -  -  107 
Why  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boaft  -  84 
Why  doth  the  lord  fland  ofFib  far  -  -  23 
Why  doth  *t>e  man  of  riches  grow  .  .  105 
Why  has  my  God  my  foul  forfook  -  49 
Why  fhould  I  vex  my  foul  and  fret  -  82 
Will  God  for  ever  caft  us  off  •  -  -  161 
With  ail  my  pow'rs  of  heart  and  tongue     305 


348  A    TABLE,    8CC. 

With  earned  longings  of  the  mind  .  93 
With  my  whole  heart  I'll  raife  my  fong  -  21 
With  my  whole  heart  I've  fought  thy  face  271 

With  rev'rence  let  the  faints  appear     -  i3j 

With  fongs  and  honors  founding  loud  -  325 

Would  you  behold  the  works  of  God  -  236 

YE  holy  fouls,  in  God  rejoice        -  72 

Ye  ifknds  of  the  nor  hern  iea    -  gio 

Ye  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice     -  213 

Ye  fervants  cfth' almighty  King     -     -  24.8 

Ye  Tons  of  men,  a   feeble  race       -       •  196 

Ye  fons  fcf  pride,  that  hate  the  juft     -  106 

Y'e  that  delight  to  ferve  the  Lord      -  247 

Yc  that  obey  th'immortal  King     -      -  297 

Ye  tribes  of  Adam  join        •        -       -  326 

Yet  (faith  the  lord)  if  David's  race      •  18$ 

doxolcgies. 

Let  God  the  Facher- and  the  Son        -  335 

Now  to  the  ;->reat  and  facred   Three    -  336 

The  God  o:  mercy  be  adord          •  33  J 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son       -  335 

To  God  the  Father's  Throne          -  336 

Ye  ^n^eis  round  the  Throne         •  336 


FINIS. 


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